#huge cringe but free moment of me. sorry

[zzoupz]

Gary may not understand much of human traditions, but he still decided to give himself a little 'gift'.

HAPPY GARY DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE 😈❤️👁️‍🗨️🔱🔥❤️💙😈🕶️🔥🎉🎉🎉

[lustspren]

Cool With You ft Danielle.

length: 12.8k words✦

Danielle & Male Reader

genres: cheesy/bit cringe lmao (i’m so sorry, it was necessary for the plot, I promise), fluffy, oral sex, hard sex, facetime sex, creampie, blowjob, anal

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"Girls, I think you should at least play the game if we're going to do this," Hanni said, sitting on the couch, "I mean, Riot hired us for this, and I think it would be appropriate."

Danielle immediately turned to look at Hanni, not wanting to say anything yet as she was turning the idea over in her head. Being from Australia she never grew up with that game, but she knew perfectly well that there in Korea it was a national phenomenon, and that they even had their own exclusive server. Part of this reputation around the video game was due to Faker, a player that anyone under 30 years old knew either by name or by sight. She wasn't exactly a fan of multiplayer video games, or even video games in general since she was an outdoors girl, so she kept quiet at first.

"And where are we supposed to do that?" Minji asked, eating some Pringles, "there are only two computers at home."

"Oh come on, we can ask for three more!" Hanni exclaimed, "I think we deserve it, don't we?"

"Well, I'll see what I can do," Minji sighed, and then looked at the others, "are you all in?"

"I wouldn't mind," Kitten said, shrugging.

"Yeah! It'll be fun!" Big Baby agreed, "what do you say, Dani?" They all looked at her.

"Ugh, do I really have to?" Danielle asked, not very attracted to the idea but not completely against it either. She liked spending time with her unnies, no matter what way.

"Oh come on! Pleeeaaaase!" Hanni pleaded with her hands clasped in request, "I promise you'll like it!" Dani made a small silence, looking at all of them.

"My god, fine!" she finally accepted, "but I demand your patience with me, okay? I can count on one hand the number of times I have touched a computer in my life."

"Yaaaaay!" Hanni clapped excitedly, "don't worry, it's very easy!"

4 days later. NewJeans girls already recorded Gods.

"Alright girls, I'll go to the top lane," Hanni said in front of the computer. All the others were sitting on their own, one next to the other, "Minji, you should go jungle, it's a selfish and arrogant role, just like you!"

"Then it's perfect, yes," Minji nodded.

"Big Baby, you go to the mid lane, there are champions that could be a lot of fun for you, and you would be a fundamental piece," Hanni told her, and she nodded.

"As for you two," Hanni looked at Dani and Kitten, "you are literally the perfect duo, I don't really know who should go ADC or who should go support, discuss it between yourselves."

"Well, support sounds like the easiest," Dani said, looking at Kitten, who always seemed indifferent to anything.

"Does that mean I'm in charge?" she asked, looking at the screen.

"I don't want to be, so yeah," Dani shrugged, and at that moment Hanni hit the find match button.

As was common for people new to League of Legends, Dani was completely overwhelmed and stressed by the huge amount of things that the game's tutorial never explains to you. Lots of different champions, runes, objectives, farming, crucial areas of the map, etc. Her head was hurting, but after a few games she started to feel more comfortable with her role, and she was especially prone to playing Leona.

At first, Dani only accepted the proposal because she did not like to contradict and argue over something like that. In fact, she considered Hanni's idea somewhat unnecessary and would not be at all transcendental in her life. But the unthinkable happened for her. She began to enjoy the game, and even played it during her free time. She usually always did it with Kitten, but many times she also did it alone. The most attractive thing for her was the anonymity that the game provided her, there no one treated her differently because of who she was, many insulted her, others treated her disrespectfully, and despite not being pleasant, she liked that, it was like a way to put her feet on the ground while having fun.

Months had passed since they recorded Gods, and the group continued on their journey of activities here and there, always busy and always in the public eye, but Dani never stopped playing, she even dedicated herself to watching the start of the Worlds, and especially rooting for T1 and the Korean teams.

When the final phase of the Worlds was approaching and the girls were preparing for their stage during the opening ceremony, they were informed that the day before there would be an event where celebrities and fans were going to be able to have a kind of meet & greet with fun activities involved. It was explained to them that one of the activities consisted of playing games with mixed teams of celebrities and idols, and they all immediately accepted the idea.

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You almost lost your shit when you got that damn email. You were jumping around like an idiot all over your room, dancing to the rhythm of a goofy ass techno song that just happened to be playing on your Spotify. You had won the fucking sweepstake to play in the celebrity matches, and there was no way you were going to take it in at that moment.

When your euphoria passed you sat down in your desk chair and sank into the seat as you stared at the email open on the screen, turning it over and over in your head since you still couldn't believe it. The list of celebrities was quite extensive, and it wasn't just Korean artists, there were also Western artists like Tobi Lou or Cal Scruby, but you only had one group in your mind, NewJeans, and you couldn't do anything but hope for play with any of them.

The big day finally arrived, and you were thankful that your T1 jersey with Gumayusi's name on it arrived just in time. You checked your appearance in the bathroom mirror, not wanting to get too meticulous so as not to go to the event with worries on your mind. Being a casual perfume enjoyer you had a few options to choose from, but you opted for something mild, Ralph Lauren's Polo Blue, always good for any time of year and always useful for conveying good vibes. Once you were ready, you left the house.

The excitement and nerves made you arrive at the place much earlier than planned, but luckily you were able to take advantage of this. You walked around the arena calmly, admiring each cosplay and asking for photos with all your favorites. You also visited every possible stand, buying merch from several of these and putting it in your backpack.

When the time came, you immediately went to the place indicated in the email for the sweepstake winners, a large room that served as a waiting room near the stage. Upon checking in you were bombarded with a series of rules that were more than expected, no touching unless prompted by the celebrity, no request for personal contact and the sort of things you might expect at an event of that nature. They told all the winners that you would be called by your summoner names when it was your time to play, and that they would be alternating between celebrity and winner. They also told you that you were all going to play the roles you signed up for, so they gave you a bracelet that said 'ADC'. Finally, the two representatives told you to have a good time and left you all alone in the room.

All names were being called, and your excitement only grew inside you as you realized that your NewJeans bias hadn't been called yet. Last game, and you already knew that by discard you were going to play against, or with Danielle. Minji and Hanni had already been called previously, so you already knew who was going to be there.

The teams began to organize, and you considered yourself the luckiest guy in the world when you realized that Danielle was going to be your support. They took you to the stage, and there she was, as radiant and spectacular as always. She was wearing a black turtleneck sweater, a short skirt of the same color, and high platform leather boots. Her beautiful curly hair with two adorable pigtails on the back of her head. When you approached her a big smile formed on her face, and you were immediately stunned by her beauty.

"Hi! I'm Danielle," she introduced herself, extending a hand to you, you shook it, and you both bowed, "you must be… Recon, right?"

"Yup," you nodded with a smile, "oh god, it's a great pleasure to meet you, seriously, I admire you guys a lot."

"Awww, thank you very much!" She bowed again, "Let's have fun, okay?"

"Sure!" At that moment you were told to sit down, and you were in champion selection in a matter of seconds, "Alright, what kind of supports do you like to play?" you asked, nervous as shit since there were lots of people watching you.

"Well, I always play Leona, that doesn't vary much," she told you over the discord voice channel.

"Alright, you like engage supports from what I see," you said, banning Morgana since she was her main counter, "I'll play Samira, okay? She's the best complement for Leona."

"Whatever you say, you're the expert here!"

Once the game started your mentality became completely different, to the level of completely forgetting where you were and who you were playing with. Maybe that was your good trick. You were the main shotcaller of your team, always attentive to the map and the position of the enemies to dictate plays and engage based on it. Kitten was the opposing ADC, so Danielle was constantly giving you data on how she played or what her tendencies were.

"Let's fight! She's alone!" she told you, however, you noticed due to the lack of vision that it was a bait, and that either the jungler or the opposing mid laner were waiting in a bush.

"Stop! Don't go!" You tried to warn her, however it was too late. She engaged, the enemy jungler came out of the bush and took the kill, "Ugh, you have to listen to me first!" you exclaimed, not upset but as a scold for her.

"Ahh! Sorry!" she apologized, "I'll let you make the decisions, I'll be all ears!"

"You can't engage in a situation like that," you said seriously, pushing out one last wave before recalling, "you had no vision of anything at all, just her, you fell right into her bait, oh, and on top of that you had no flash, it was an easy kill for them."

"That makes sense…" she made a small silence, perhaps processing the information, "okay, big mistake."

From that moment on, Danielle let herself be carried around by you, and you began to treat her like you could perfectly treat any random Solo Q support. You didn't think about the consequences at that moment, but what you also didn't know was that Danielle was not only impressed by your mechanical level and your knowledge of the game, but also by the fact that you were not conditioned by who she was, you treated her like any other ordinary person.

"Their jungler is dead!" you warned, "we can baron, quick!" Everyone listened to you, and quickly went to the baron pit, "if they come to defend it they are dead, we have much more damage," you take the baron in a matter of seconds, the other team had been intelligent and had not gone to fight.

"Jinx and Orianna don't have flash! We can engage!" Danielle said, and you nodded in satisfaction since you weren't aware of it.

"Alright, ulti ulti ulti!" you exclaimed. Dani casted her ulti, which only hit Jinx, but you flashed forward and started the whole fight. Orianna tried to throw her sphere at you, but you blocked it with your W and killed Jinx without using your ulti. Dani also flashed, and stunned Orianna before the entire opposing team arrived, that was when you cast your R, and with the help of your entire team, you won the team fight with a triple kill of yours.

"Niceeeeeee!" Dani shouted excitedly as you knocked down the nexus towers.

"Holy fuck very good job Dani!" you shouted back, along with all your team members. You threw the nexus, and you won the game.

There was a small ceremony for the winners when all the games were finally over. They gave you all official Worlds 2023 merchandise and figures of your choice. You chose one from Kai'Sa. All the celebrities and other people were already getting off the stage, that was when Dani passed by you, she took your wrist and left a piece of paper in your hand before getting off.

''Add me. I would love to play with you again in the future. It was a lot of fun!" the note said, and as a signature it had her summoner's name.

You wanted to turn around and thank her, but she had already gotten out and was heading towards her dressing room, leaving you completely stunned and unable to believe that she had actually done that. You quickly put the note in your pocket, preventing anyone else from seeing it. You got off the stage, and when you picked up all your things you drove back home.

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The first thing you did when you got home was rush to your room, turn on the PC and enter League to add Danielle. Upon verifying that she had not given you a fake summoner name and that it was real, you sent her the request. You sat there for a while, knowing that she had probably just done that as a polite gesture and that she most likely wasn't going to actually add you. About ten minutes passed, and you got up to go to take a bath.

The weeks passed and she never accepted your friend request, but you didn't let that discourage you since it was what you most expected would happen. During those weeks you continued with your daily life, scheduling coaching sessions with some clients while trying to reach Grandmaster in Solo Q. League was your comfort game, one of the few things you were really good at, and every time you entered a game you felt like a fish in water.

More days, and you were already starting to get off the boat. You no longer thought it was possible in any way that Dani would add you, but one day, without even thinking about it, you logged into League and found that you had a new friend. It was none other than Danielle Marsh herself, or 'MermaidMermaid', as her summoner's name said. You immediately cleared absolutely all the agendas you had pending for that day, and after going through an anxiety crisis you sat down to invite her to a game.

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Danielle didn't expect to have so much fun that day, but there she was, buried in the seat of the VAN and looking out the window while she couldn't get that guy who played with her out of her head. Not only was the guy cute and kind, but he had treated her like a normal person, something no one had ever done knowing who she was. It always happened with strangers online, but in person? That was unthinkable. She was Danielle Marsh from NewJeans, and absolutely everyone had to be nice and treat her like a goddess. He didn't care about that.

He always gave her compliments and congratulated her when she did something well during the game, but he also yelled at her and scolded her when she did something stupid, and despite all that, he always remained calm to lead his teammates to make the best decisions and win. It seemed like something quite basic, but for a celebrity who was already fed up with everyone being fake and hypocritical towards her, it was something very noteworthy, which is why she gave him her summoner name; she wanted someone new to play with, someone who wouldn't treat her like a spoiled baby and would make her really improve at the game while being real towards her.

However, she was still a celebrity, and that meant that she had to continue fulfilling her endless activities with the group. She was quite frustrated since she had almost no window of free time to sit at the computer, and also worried that the guy would think that she was just lying and that she really had no intention of adding him. Nothing could be further from the truth, she was impatient to have free time and accept the friend request that she knew was pending. 

About a week had to pass before she could have some free time for an afternoon. She sat at the computer, a bottle of sprite in one hand, and logged into League to accept that guy's friend request. When she added him, she noticed that he was absent, so she put her legs up on the chair and looked at her phone while she waited for something new. Her heart nearly burst when she heard a noise inside the client, he had invited her to a game.

She almost dropped the phone on the floor when she leaned forward in the chair and placed her hands on the desk, panic making her look at the game invitation for longer than she should have, but she finally did it, and when she entered the lobby the first thing she did was leave the League Voice so he wouldn't hear her speak. They shared a couple of messages in the lobby chat while queueing, mostly a couple of greetings and reminders of their last meeting.

They played about 3 games just communicating through pings or messages in chat, as could happen with any random person in the game, but it soon started to become somewhat tedious for both of them as they needed more precision and shorter response times, so Dani, knew that the only way to truly improve and win games comfortably, was to speak to him by voice.

When they played the last game, the first thing Dani did after saying goodbye to him was go directly to Minji.

"Unnie!" Dani caught her attention, while Minji practiced in the living room with a piano.

"Yeah?"

"Well, you know I recently played with this guy again..."

"The guy you played with that time?" She put the piano aside, "What's wrong with him?"

"He's being pretty nice to me, and he's helping me a lot to get better at the game!" Her voice was filled with emotion as she said that last sentence, "But talking via chat is quite uncomfortable... I would like to talk to him via voice, what do you say?"

"Uh..." she thought about it for a second, "Discord is the best option, yes," she nodded, "but hey, I need you to really be very careful with that, you know why."

"He's trustworthy, I promise!" Dani exclaimed, "Besides, I can create a new email just for that account."

"Just be careful, please," Minji insisted, "Now leave me alone, I don't want to forget the melody I just thought of."

Dani ran back to her room and hurried to create a new Gmail email exclusively for Discord, an application that was a bit complicated for her to figure out how to use at first, so she asked Hanni for help to familiarize herself with everything before doing anything. When she finally felt safe using the app, she sent you an invite link the next day through League chat.

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You almost spit out your coffee when you saw a discord invite link in the chat. You quickly put the cup aside the mouse, put on your headphones, and clicked to accept the invitation. It was a channel where it was just you and her, the name was 'please help me', you couldn't help but laugh. She was already joined to the voice channel, so you just had to join.

"Hello hello?" You greeted, adjusting your microphone to your mouth. You heard interference sounds and some tapping on the microphone.

"Hellooo?" you heard her say, you inevitably smiled, "can you hear me right?"

"Yes perfectly!" you nodded.

"Gosh, I'm really bad with computers..." Dani spoke softly, as if she was afraid to raise her voice. Her pretty voice combined with her sexy accent made your skin crawl, it was like listening to an ASMR video, "I had to ask Hanni for help."

"Discord's really easy, it's just a matter of getting used to it I think," you felt a knot in your chest and a fluttering feeling of anxiety in the pit of your stomach. You were talking to Danielle Marsh from NewJeans, something you couldn't even fully take in, "How are you? Is everything okay?"

"You know, very exhausted from all the activities, it's not an easy life," she sighed, "but I'm still standing. What about you?"

"I certainly can't complain, honestly, but anyway, are you ready?"

"Yes! More than ready," as soon as she told you that, you pressed the find match button.

That was the first game you played, of many more that were to come. During the following months Dani made a great effort to play almost every day with you, no matter where in the world she was or what time it was, she always found a window of free time to play even just one game with you. Naturally the chemistry grew between you, but you never expected that she would even want to share her daily life with you while you weren't playing League. At first it was just basic things like the things they did as a group, or silly things like what she ate for breakfast or what she dreamed of, but gradually the trust between you grew, and it was a matter of time before you built a real connection.

You weren't a fool, anyway. You knew very well how beautiful and sexy she was without even trying. More than a friendship with her was all you could ever want from the bottom of your heart, but you were never one to daydream, so you were more than happy to just have her in your life. Occasionally you and her would flirt with each other over messages, but her being the person she was with the warm and kind personality she had, you thought it was all innocent and going nowhere. Average League player.

Friends of yours always asked who was that person with whom you always played and who prevented you from playing with them, but you never said a single word or clue, you always came out with the same excuse that it was just a client who had insisted on private coaching sessions in exchange for a significant monetary sum. They always believed you, but it was funny to think that it wasn't far from the truth either. The only difference was that Danielle still didn't pay you. Not yet.

There was a time when Dani was so busy with international activities that there were several days during which you would only message each other but there was no way you could even play a game. During one of those days you were out with your friends, the night escalated too quickly, and it all ended with large amounts of alcohol. You were a little drunk, and as soon as you had a moment alone at the bar you didn't hesitate to take out your phone to text Dani.

You completely forgot you had written that message until you got home, still with the alcohol affecting your body but no longer as drunk as before. You lay down on the bed ready to rest, until your phone rang with a notification. Dani had answered you.

Upon reading that last message you quickly stood up (tripping over your own shoes on the way) and in a couple of strides you turned your chair around, sat down and put on your headphones to enter discord.

"Hi thereee," you greeted, logging into League.

"Hi!" She laughed, noticing that you were speaking differently, “Are you drunk?”

"Nah," you laughed, "I mean, I'm a little more cheerful than usual, but I'm not drunk, don't worry," you assured, but you didn't know if you were actually telling the truth or not.

"Well, if you say so," she giggled again, "are you ready?" She asked when you were both in the lobby.

"Yessir! Go ahead!"

During all those months in which you were playing, you had not started playing ranked yet since Dani was still low level and did not have enough champions, but for a few weeks that was the only thing you played. You were climbing pretty fast, she was currently at Silver 2, and she was only one game away from reaching Silver 1. As expected, you won that game.

"Yaaaaay!" she celebrated, and you heard small applauses through her microphone, "Oh my god, we're going up so fast!" you laughed.

"At this point you should pay me with nudes in case I take you to gold," you said, not really thinking clearly about what you had said at any time since alcohol always made you this bold about everything. There was a small silence on the call.

"Well… we'll see about that," Dani lowered her voice again, speaking with a silkiness that made you shiver since you had the volume turned up quite high. You were surprised that she didn't answer you with a resounding no, "but that has to happen first."

"At this point you doubt what will happen?" you asked with an arrogant chuckle.

"I said we'll see, next week I'll be home, so by then we can play as much as we want," it was probably just your altered perception of reality thanks to the alcohol, but you noticed a certain double meaning in that last sentence.

"You have to go now, don't you?" you asked somewhat sadly.

"Yeah, I'm so sorry, honey," she wailed, "Just rest, okay? You must be exhausted."

"Yes I am," you sighed, "you rest too, Dani, I missed playing with you."

"And me too..." there was another small silence in which you were smiling, and for some reason you felt like she was too, "later, bye bye."

"Bye bye," you answered back, and left the call to go straight to bed.

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Dani was surprised, but honestly she wasn't disappointed at all. The connection she felt with that guy was genuine, something that did not happen very often with people since she became an idol. In fact, she did not give much importance to the consequences since she knew that many girls in the industry did very similar things, but at the same time she was highly nervous since she was inexperienced in that area.

Certainly she was not a virgin, she had a boyfriend who had taken care of it, but her experience at that time had not even been satisfactory, only for that stupid and cretinous boy whom she had already more than forgotten. But since then she never had more time to dedicate to the boys she hadn’t continued training that side of her, she had a few friendly kisses with Hanni, but nothing more than that.

The week before she returned home passed at the speed of light, and as soon as she settled back into the house and rested a little, she told him that they could start grinding rankeds. They had a fairly extensive winning streak, which was enough to leave them one game away from gold, but that's when the losses came.

Three games in a row lost, 0 LP. She was trying twice as hard as usual just like him, but no matter how hard they tried, her teammates were never right and they simply lost because the other lines were way further ahead in gold than everyone else. Of course she could have just sent him nudes, but she wanted to see him put in the effort first.

The road to Gold was being quite horrifying, they were trapped in a win-loss streak for several days, but that was never a cause for despair for him, who continually reassured her assuring her that sooner or later they would go up, since they were simply better players than the others, but time was running out, as there was only one last day left before she had to leave home again for a while.

It was quite late at night and it was already the last one Dani could play before going to sleep, which coincidentally was also the last game she needed to finally move up to Gold. She was curious about whether he had forgotten about the bet since he hadn't mentioned it at any time since he said it, but she wouldn't be the one to remind him.

The game was quite chaotic and difficult for both of them, but with some wonderful individual play on his part, they won, and Dani had moved up to Gold.

"Let's goooooooo!" he exclaimed into the microphone, "I told you! It was a matter of time!"

"Ahhhhh!!" She squealed with excitement, tapping the table with both hands, "You really are amazing!" she said as she watched the Gold promotion animation.

"People of this elo are honestly terrible, mother of god," he sighed, "but hey, we did it!"

"Thank you very much, really," she sighed. There was a small silence.

"Well... I already got you to Gold, I wonder how you can make it up to me…" he said quietly.

"Oh honey, I should sleep right now..." she replied smiling and playing with a curl of her hair, "bye bye."

"Huh? Really?" He laughed, and before he could respond Dani left the call.

As soon as Dani took off the headphones she leaned back and bit her lip still smiling, thinking about the angles she was going to use and the way she was going to send the photos to him in the morning.

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When you woke up and checked your phone your eyes couldn't believe what they were seeing. Dani continued to surprise you, it wasn't just a photo you had received, but a complete photo session of all kinds. Photos of her perky pretty little tits, her long skinny pale legs, her pretty feet, a photo of her rubbing her pussy, another photo lying on her stomach showing you her bare back and her ass, and she even took the time and daring to record a video of her bending over and spreading her ass for you. The killer part of the video for you was how she looked over her shoulder at the mirror and saw you with a seductive look. You were incredibly hard.

A few weeks passed in which the naughty messages and flirting continued, becoming more advanced with each passing day. She was driving you completely crazy, if before your crush on her was strong, now knowing her and getting to see her naked body normally, you didn't want any other girl in the world other than her.

It was the last night before she finally came home, you were lying in your bed, you had showered a few minutes ago, and you were ready to continue reading the Jujutsu Kaisen manga until you received a message from Dani.

As soon as you sent that message you received a video call from her, you innocently responded, and when you saw her your jaw almost dropped to the floor. She was completely naked.

"What the f...?!!" You opened your eyes wide, while she adjusted the camera, sitting on her bed.

"I couldn't help it, I'm sorry," she smiled, biting her lip as she watched you through the screen, "I didn't want to wait for you to take me to Plat before giving you this, so consider it payment in advance."

You left the phone on a small improvised tripod that you made from the blankets and began to undress quickly, Dani giggling every time you took off a piece of clothing until finally, like her, you were completely naked and hard for her.

"My god... the things I would do to you if I were right there with you," you said, bringing your hand to your cock to start masturbating very slowly at first.

"Oh yeah?" she asked, her countenance transforming into one seductive and sexy, "like what?" She sat with her knees apart and started rubbing her pussy slowly.

"I would kiss those pretty little tits..." when you said that she brought a hand to her tits to play with her nipples, "I would lick your nipples, and I would suck on them."

"I'd love to have that pretty mouth of yours on them..." she moaned, "but also on my tummy."

"Oh yeah? Would you like me to kiss and lick all over your tummy before eating that pretty pussy, darling?" You spat into your hand and brought it back to your cock to move your wrist slightly faster.

"Fuck, I'd love to," she settled back on the bed, this time spreading her legs for you so you could see her pussy perfectly, "I'd love to eat your cock too, honey..." she gasped, rubbing herself with two fingers.

"What would you do with this cock baby?" you asked with a gasp, watching how she played with her pussy and how she bit her lip.

"I would kiss it... I would lick it like a delicious popsicle..." you began to move your hand faster, your breathing becoming more and more labored due to arousal, "I would also kiss your balls, and I would suck them until they were soaked." 

"Fuck... keep going honey," you said, zooming out so she could see you masturbating.

"You like it huh?" She bit her lower lip, "I would also kiss your tip... and collect the pre-cum that leaks out before taking it to my mouth," she teased by taking two fingers inside her pussy, which was glistening from how wet it was, "and I would suck that cock so hard that I would suck the soul out of you."

"Jesus Christ... I want to fuck you so bad Dani," you moaned, as you jerked off in front of your phone's camera for her. She moaned, and took two fingers inside her pussy.

"Mmmm yeah?" she moaned louder, "how would you like to fuck me?" She began pumping her fingers in and out of her pussy, slow at first.

"I'd start by fucking you on your back, with those nice long legs on my shoulders," you said panting, moving your hand slowly to match her pace, "I'd make sure my cock would go all the way in and all the way out, and also to kiss those pretty feet while I do it."

"Mmmm, how else, tell me how else!" she moaned louder, pumping her fingers faster, you consequently moved your wrist faster too.

"Then I'd love to put you on your hands and knees, and fuck you from behind while I pull on that beautiful hair," you moaned to her, knowing that the more you did it the more she was going to get turned on.

"How, like this?" She put the phone back and placed it horizontally, to rest on her hands and knees with her ass facing the camera, her back making a beautiful and perfect arch.

"Just like fucking that," you groaned, watching as she ran a hand under her body and returned her fingers inside her pussy, this time her wrist pumping fast and hard, "your ass is so pretty… you'd like me to fuck it dear?"

"That long juicy cock inside my tight little butthole?" she said with one side of her face pressed against the mattress, looking into the camera, "as much and hard as you want, mmmgh!"

"How much would you like me to fuck your ass baby?" you asked, the tingling in your lower abdomen becoming more intense as you got closer to cumming.

"A lot! It's all I want right now!" You were worried about how loudly she was moaning as her fingers aggressively pumped against her pussy, but you were so deep in your own imagination that you didn't care in the slightest to say something, "I want you to fuck my ass so hard that my legs tremble all day!

"I'm so fucking close, Dani, fuck!" You moaned, masturbating as hard and fast as you could as you watched her tight ass and how she finger fucked herself.

"Me too! Cum with me honey!" She turned away from the camera for a moment to focus on her own pleasure, but you continued to stare at her ass, imagining that you were kneeling right behind her while you fucked her. It was a matter of time before you exploded.

"Agh fuckkk!!" you grunted, strips of cum shooting out of your cock everywhere, landing on your lower abdomen, on your thighs and also staining your sheet without meaning to.

"Mmmmmgh!!!" She let out one last squeal before she stopped moving her wrist abruptly and cum. Her entire body shook in violent spasms. She lay flat against the mattress, her hips writhing upward as she rubbed herself between her pussy folds and let out cute moans, "Oh my god..." she sighed, adjusting herself to finally look at the screen, "look how much you came… god, I'd love to be there to pick it all up with my tongue and swallow it," she said, picking up the phone and bringing it closer to a shot of just her face, she was looking at your cum-soaked cock, licking her lips.

"You're really going to drive me crazy, Danielle Marsh," you said, sighed and then smiled, "you made me a mess."

"If I were there I'd clean it all myself... but I'm not," she sighed, looking to the side and then laying down on a pillow, "this was fun, wasn't it?"

“Yes it was,” you nodded, entranced by her pretty smile, as if just seconds ago you weren't imagining yourself pulling her hair and fucking her like an animal, “give me a moment, I'll go get some toilet paper. "

"I'll wait for you here, honey," she said, and you rushed for toilet paper to clean everything up.

"Fuck, I'll have to change the sheets," you sighed, cleaning it before throwing all the papers into the trash can and returning to Dani, "here I am."

"Damn, I think Hanni unnie heard me," she said, putting a hand to her mouth to giggle, "she just told me to shut up via text."

"Well, tell her you're not going to scream like that anymore," you laughed, lying back on the pillow, "you were moaning pretty loud."

"Really? God, they're going to kill me," she looked worried for a moment, "But nah, it's my revenge, Minji always does this kind of thing with her dildo."

"Wow, I guess you didn't need to share that information," you chuckled, but imagining Minji playing with a dildo in her pussy wasn't an unpleasant image in your head at all.

"Probably not, but I already told you, so if you want to jerk off thinking about it you can," she laughed, "as long as you show me."

"I don't think I'll have the desire to do that after how you just drained me," you smiled.

"A shame then..." she looked to the side for a few seconds, thinking about something, "hey, I'd like to tell you something."

"Sure, what it is."

"Um... well, I want us to hang out again, you know, in person."

"Well, I'm sure we can come up with something hon-"

"I like you," she said, not letting you finish the sentence, your heart skipped a beat.

"H-huh?"

"Just like you heard, I like you, and I like you a lot, god," she said desperately, as if it was something she'd been wanting to shout for a long time, "you... you're so cute, and so genuine with me, you make me feel like the real Danielle Marsh," she sighed, "yeah, I like you a lot."

"I..." you were speechless, your heart beating at full speed and with a tickling in your stomach, "Dani..." you were staring at her, "I like you a lot too, I don't think I've ever been so down for a girl like I am for you. You are so... radiant, and beautiful, and tender, and attentive!" As you spoke, Dani's smile and her face became brighter, "since you came into my life my days have only gotten better."

"God, you're going to make me cry, stop," she laughed with glassy eyes, "you're beautiful, and to be honest the best thing that's happened to me in a long time."

"I… I can say the same thing," you smiled from ear to ear, "you make me feel dumber than I am," she let out a louder laugh.

"And that's a good thing?"

"I guess so… hey, I'm really sleepy, honey," you said, and then yawned.

"I'm going to take a bath first before I go to sleep, you might find some surprises when you wake up," she winked at you, "but it's okay, darling, go rest," she gave the camera a kiss, and your inner self let out a stupid giggle.

"I can't wait to wake up then," you, completely idiotic and in love, also gave the camera a kiss, "tomorrow we'll talk about our outing, okay? Rest, baby."

"See you later honey," she waved at the camera and blew you a kiss with her hand. You hung up the call.

Even though you told her you were going to sleep, you stayed in bed awake for a few long minutes, internalizing everything that just happened and how it had happened. The tender words that she had said to you a second ago couldn't come out of your head, nor did her beautiful and radiant smile while you said nice things to her. That girl was everything you had been waiting for for a long time, and to think that everything had happened by chance made you laugh, but there, staring at the ceiling of your room with a silly smile on your face, you couldn't do anything but thank fate for putting Danielle Marsh on your path. That was the best sleep you had had in years.

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During the entire flight home Dani couldn't get the silly smile off her face. The girls constantly asked her what was wrong, but Dani always changed the topic of conversation or just played dumb. That night couldn't get out of her head, she remembered vividly how he had made her feel. That orgasm, those pretty words, that bright look of his as he said it all. It all seemed like a dream too good to be true, she had finally found the right person (or so it seemed), and knowing that something like that was waiting for her at home only made her stupidly happy.

When she landed the first thing she did when she got home was turn on her computer, take a shower and lie down on her bed to take a short nap. When she woke up and checked her phone, she was not surprised to find a couple of messages from him. One of them was so cheesy that she couldn't help but giggle.

Before jumping into the details about their meeting together, she had to first sit down and review her upcoming schedule carefully, and to her dismay, she realized that absolutely every day of the next two weeks was completely booked. That stressed her out, but it didn't stop her from continuing to spend time with him in League.

"Unfortunately I'm chain cc'ed for the next two weeks, honey," she had told him after a couple of games played, while they talked on discord, "but then it will be your turn for your tie me up," she giggled

The two of them continued teasing each other during those two weeks, day and night non-stop. Many conversations were based solely on what things she liked and what boundaries she would like to explore with him. Things in that chat were getting quite dirty, Hanni on one of those occasions accidentally read a message she had sent and was making fun of her all day, asking her if a cock that size wasn't going to break her in half.

Attached to that last message, a video of her doing a close up of her lips while she licked them and then stuck out her tongue.

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The plan Dani had formulated for you and her to have time alone was simply much better than you thought. She had told you to meet at a convention center, where there would be a cosplay event where she could wear a mask and no one would recognize her. You had already done your part of the plan too, you had made a reservation at a fairly trustworthy restaurant, as well as a reservation at a luxury hotel that you were sure she would love.

You arrived at the convention center on time, at 5 in the afternoon just as you and she had planned. You walked through the crowd in search of her, not paying much attention to all the cosplays around you since you could only focus on one thing at a time. The crowd was quite overwhelming for someone who was not used to being surrounded by so many people, but in the end you found her, you recognized her just by how she was dressed and by her beautiful long hair, but what finally confirmed her identity was the Jhin mask she was wearing. You thought it was cute that it was a little big on her face.

"Hello there! Your Jhin mask is great!" you said, taking her hand. You heard her giggle beneath her mask as she clung to you in a hug.

"God, I was starting to get overwhelmed" She said, still clinging to you, with your arms around her thin body.

"Ready to go?" you asked, separating yourself from her.

"Of course! We have nothing to do here," as soon as she said that you grabbed her hand and started pushing everyone out of your way as if you were Moses parting the waters of the Red Sea. You left the convention center in a matter of minutes, guided her to your car, and when she got in she took off her mask.

"Oh my god, you're literally a work of art," you said, sitting next to her, carefully detailing each of her pretty, doll-like features, as well as her visibly expensive outfit, which consisted of a long, beige baggy coat, white pantyhose and wide-heeled shoes.

"Do you like it?" She asked with a little smile, also looking you up and down.

"I love it," you nodded, looking into her eyes, "god, I can't believe I have you here with me."

"Just come and kiss me, baby" she said, and you lunged forward without hesitation, gently grabbing her face and crashing your lips onto hers.

Kissing her for the first time was liberating, a transcendental experience that felt like a little piece of heaven at that precise moment. Her lips were everything you imagined, soft, delicious and silky, you lost track of time, so you didn't really know how long you were kissing her until you separated and you looked at the time on your phone.

"Oh my god, it's getting late," you said, starting the car, "I booked us a table at a pretty discreet restaurant for both of us."

“Oh honey, I only have an appetite for one thing right now…” she said, her incredibly sexy Aussie accent sending shivers down your spine. She grabbed the skirt of her coat and pulled it up to her waist, revealing her pair of long legs adorned by her pantyhose, which went up to her thighs. Your sight went straight to her white lace panties, which she took off and then put into her own mouth.

"W-wow... what are you do..." you looked around, remembering that you were still in the middle of the street and that your windows weren't completely tinted. She grabbed your wrist, and opening both legs as wide as she could, she brought your hand right to her pussy so you could finger it.

You quickly hit the gas, pulling out of the street as fast as you could and turning a corner to drive straight toward the hotel. She put on her seat belt, moaning against her own panties while you rubbed your fingers against her clit until her pussy was wet, that's when you took two fingers inside her and started pumping your wrist.

Driving with one hand at such high speed was one of the most reckless and dangerous things you had ever done in your life, but there you were, dodging and overtaking cars to get to your destination as quickly as possible. You couldn't afford to look at Dani while you fingered her, but you heard her pretty muffled moans against her lace fabric and your cock did nothing but throb with excitement. She noticed this, and with her left hand she began to massage it over your pants. You swore that by the time you pulled into the hotel parking lot your boxers were already stained with pre-cum as well.

"Consider this a gift," she said, removing her panties from her mouth as you turned off the car, tossing them in the back seat and pulling her coat back down.

"Get off," you ordered, completely blinded by your desire to fuck her.

You both got out of the car and Dani put the mask back on. You checked into the lobby as quickly as the receptionist would let you, and once you had your key card you were both very close to jogging to the elevator. As you went up to your room floor she took off her mask and let it fall to the floor, you pinned her against the wall to kiss her again, and she began to moan against your lips.

When the elevator door opened you wrapped your arms around her and, almost tripping out of it, you began to walk down the hallway while your lips were still together. It was quite uncomfortable, so you decided it was best to just carry her. She wrapped her legs around your torso, and you rushed to your room, swiping the key card and opening the door in a flash. Once inside you locked the door behind you, and turned on the lights to leave her on the floor.

"Nice enough room for you to fuck me to death, yeah," she said, taking off her shoes as did you before unbuttoning her coat and removing it from her body. To your surprise, the only thing she was wearing from the waist up was an extremely tight tank top with no bra underneath her, her small nipples standing out against the fabric. Of course the top didn't last long, she took it off immediately, and now she was completely naked except for the white stockings which you were more than happy for her to leave on.

You lunged at her and wrapped your arms around her thin, tight body to kiss her again. She helped you undress while you ran your hands over every inch of her body, grabbing her toned little ass, caressing her back, pinching her nipples and running two fingers along her slit. You were both completely naked in a matter of minutes, and as soon as she could Dani climbed back onto your torso, wrapping her arms around your neck and her long legs around your lower body.

You quickly pinned her against a wall, and without any foreplay or teasing you took your throbbing cock straight into her extremely tight pussy.

"Oh fuck…" You gasped against her parted lips, she let out small moans as every inch of your cock made its way inside her until it reached the bottom.

"You feel so good and big!" She moaned, clinging to your neck with both of her hands.

"And you feel so fucking tight baby," you growled, grabbing her thighs and spreading her legs wide open to start fucking her as fast as you could, completely entranced by the immense desire you had for her.

"Oh yes! Fuck me hard and fast honey!!" she whimpered against your lips, as your cock moved completely in and out of her suffocatingly tight little pussy.

You were both deeply rooted in all the pent-up feelings and desire you had for each other over the past few months. You felt liberated, letting yourself be completely carried away by the moment and not thinking for a single moment about everything else. The moans quickly became present, both yours and hers as you hammered her pussy so intensely that it echoed throughout her room. She caressed the hair behind your neck, tangling her long fingers in several strands of it as she kissed you as much as she could. Your fingers were clinging to her soft thighs, beads of sweat falling from your forehead since you hadn't even bothered to turn on the air conditioning.

You and her had been teasing each other during the day, you fingering her a moment ago and her massaging your cock over her pants so well that your boxers were left with a big ass stain of precum on them. It didn't take long for you both to cum.

She did it first, writhing against the wall, letting out squeals of pleasure towards the ceiling and squeezing your cock into her pussy walls, which were already quite tight. You followed her, but not wanting to cum inside her yet, you pulled out from inside her and masturbated, pointing directly at her perfect, toned abdomen, which was painted white in a matter of seconds. Long strips of cum flowing free down her belly and reaching her crotch. You left her on the ground, both of you breathing heavily.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, that was too fast..." you apologized, panting, seeing her belly filled with thick white liquid.

"Oh don't worry darling, we have absolutely the whole night to ourselves," she said with a small smile, grabbing your face to give you a small kiss, "why didn't you finish inside me?"

"I didn't want to do it without your consent, I'm sorry," you said.

"Ahhh!" she squealed, "you're so cute I'm going to die," she gave you more little kisses, "I appreciate the gesture, darling, but don't hold back, fill me with your cum as much as you want," she winked at you, and gave you a little push back so you could see how she collected your cum from her belly and began to bring it all to her mouth to swallow it.

"Mmm, how is it?" you asked with a mischievous smile, as she swallowed the last remnants of your cum off her belly.

"Delicious, just as I expected," she gave you a kiss and went to the bathroom door, "wait for me in bed, honey, my abdomen is sticky now and I need to wash it, it won't be long."

"Okay," you nodded, and went to the side of the bed to grab the control for the air conditioning, turn it on, and lie down on the bed while you looked at your phone waiting for her. She came out of the bathroom a little less than five minutes in, your eyes went straight to her pretty naked body, and you really realized how lucky you were to have possibly one of the most beautiful idols in the industry like that in the same room with you.

"Oh gosh, it's cold all of a sudden," she hugged herself as she walked towards the bed, "lucky I have you as a personal heater," she smiled, climbing onto the bed to crawl towards you and lie down with half of her body leaning against yours.

"I still can't believe I finally have you in my arms, you know?" You sighed, snuggling her against your chest with both arms, then left a hand on her lower back. She hugged you too, leaving one hand on your chest and scribbling on your skin with one finger.

"It seems like a dream, right?" she asked as she looked into your eyes, two bright and adorable orbs, "for me too..." she gave you a peck on the jaw.

"More for me, I assure you," you laughed, returning the kiss but on her lips, "like, we met by chance of fate, you being a celebrity and me being a simple random who won a raffle."

"And here we are, you already fucked me and your cum is on my stomach right now," you both laughed out loud at that.

"Breakthrough indeed," you laughed.

"Thank you for being who you are and how you are... seriously," she told you with a smile on her face, "as you say, we met by chance, but now you are so fundamental to me that it’s difficult for me to think about how I could possibly improve my life right now."

"Well... I don't know if it will sound corny but you are like an angel fallen from heaven to me," her eyes, full of love and tenderness, looked at you, "I mean, I never expected this to happen when I won that spot, in fact, I wasn't even completely sure that I would be able to meet you since even that was random. I'm literally the luckiest guy in the world, to have that opportunity and to be able to make you... mine."

"Would you repeat that last one thing again?" she asked with a sweet tone of voice.

"Mine, to be able to make you completely mine. You are, completely mine, Danielle Marsh," you emphasized, and she squirmed in tenderness with a sweet smile from ear to ear on her face.

"Yes I am, I'm completely yours, honey," she said, cradling the side of your face with her hand and kissing you again, this time staying tied to your lips.

While you were kissing again, one of her hands discreetly went down your abdomen until it reached your flaccid cock, which she gently grabbed and began to massage. In response, you lowered your hand a little further from her lower back, reaching one of her buttocks to gently squeeze it. She gasped against your lips, and began to rub your cock up and down until it was hard again. You lowered your hand a little further, bringing it between her buttocks and reaching up to her pussy to rub between her folds.

"Mmm… I want to eat you, baby," you gasped against her lips.

"And I want to suck your cock, who will get the prize first?" she asked with mischief in her voice.

"Why not both?" When you said that you sat her up to grab her by her waist, she was quite light, so it was easy for you to just turn her around and lift her on top of you. Dani caught on to what you wanted to do immediately, and positioned herself so that her ass was hovering above you.

"You're a dirty genius huh?" She teased with a little smile, looking down at you and shaking her butt in your face.

"You'll thank me later," with two of your hands you grabbed her shoulders and made her collapse forward, her chest now pressed against your abdomen. You felt all of her long hair spread across your thighs, and also her hot breath on your cock. She extended her knees to the sides, her butt lowered, and now being within your reach you grabbed her waist and made her sit on your face, your entire face now submerged between her buttocks.

You were the first to act, giving her pussy a long, deep lick to which she reacted with a cute moan while she had your cock gripped in one hand. The next thing you felt was how she began to kiss you in every corner of it, including your balls, which she licked and sucked before moving on to lick your shaft from all directions. Not wanting to go too fast you moved your tongue slowly, and just like her you just limited yourself to spreading wet kisses all over her slit, which was enough to make her moan already.

When she began to lick your tip with her tongue swirling around it, you reached for her clitoris to lick it with slow strokes. Realizing that she was the one setting the pace she took you deeper into her mouth, reaching just past the middle of your cock, you felt her try to go deeper, but her gag reflex prevented her from doing so. Still, she began to suck you up and down, moaning around your shaft as she pumped her head at a pace that had you moaning against her pussy as well.

You squeezed her buttocks with both hands, and squeezing them forced her to grind her hips against your face. She did so, and her pussy began to rub against both your mouth and nose. You could tell that she wasn't an expert at sucking cock, but you could also tell that she was trying hard to pay attention to how you moaned to know how to do it better and better. She certainly learned well, since after a minute she was already driving you crazy.

She gradually began to pump her head faster and more skillfully, and you began to move your tongue matching her rhythm. Her uncontrolled moans vibrated your cock, which in turn caused a domino effect in which you vibrated her pussy with your own moans. You noticed in the movement of her hips, more wandering and less smooth, that she was much closer to her orgasm than you, so you hugged her body with both arms and made her stop grinding her hips so you could concentrate on licking her clit with the tip of your tongue as fast as you could, your efforts soon rewarded as she exploded in your face.

Her ass smothered you and she pulled you out of her mouth to let out a squeal into the air, you gladly continued to eat her through her orgasm, not caring about the fact that your breathing was incredibly limited thanks to her. Her whole body was shaking, and you caressed every corner of it with your hands until she stopped.

"Give me another load honey..." you heard her say with a moan, sinking back onto your cock and also using her hand to suck as hard and fast as she could. She leaned her hips forward to let you breathe, but you knew it was also to hear you moan while she gave you a disastrous blowjob with saliva everywhere.

"C-cumming!" you announced with a growl, and seconds later, you exploded inside her little mouth. She took every drop of your cum inside her, making a great effort not to choke in the attempt, when your orgasm passed, she got off you and knelt next to you to show you her tongue completely filled with white liquid. She closed her mouth again, and swallowed everything.

"First blood," she said with a mischievous tone, you laughed still breathing hard.

"Well, technically..."

"Nope, I'm not counting the previous one. First blood I said," she reaffirmed, approaching you to share another steamy kiss.

"Then let's keep playing shall we?" You said against her lips, and you rose little by little, leaning on your elbows. She separated from your lips, and watched your movements carefully. You finally grabbed her by her waist and made her turn her back to you, then, with one hand on her lower back, you made her rest on her hands and knees. She replicated the same perfect arc she had done that time on the video call, and seeing her tight ass and her dripping pussy from behind made your cock throb again.

Without a second thought you spit again on your cock and thrust yourself back into her, your shaft sliding so smoothly into her that a single push was enough to make it disappear between her folds. Dani threw her head back and moaned loudly.

"Mmmmgh!!" She moaned with pursed lips, turning to look at you over her shoulder, “smash that fucking tight pussy honey!!” She asked, holding on to the sheets while you began to do exactly what she had just asked, two hands on her small waist and your hips pumping almost at full power right from the start.

Her body began to shake like a rag doll's, back and forth with each slam of your pelvis against her tight ass, which wobbled with each strong thrust. You gasped and pursed your lips between small moans, admiring her long bare back and how her hair spread across it in an incredibly sexy way.

She stopped looking at you to bury her face in her mattress and moan against it, pulling the sheet a little from the edges of her because of how hard she was scrunching them with her fingers. One of her hands reached out to her right to grab a pillow, hug it and moan against it while you fucked her pussy like an animal. She raised her head again to see you over her shoulder, her red face completely distorted with pleasure and her mouth half open as she moaned in the most sensual ways.

"Don't look at me like that or I'll have to spank you Danielle Marsh," you warned with a sly smile as you fucked her just the way she wanted.

"Oh yes please, spank me!!" She asked quickly with a desperate squeal, and without a second thought you gave her a spicy spank on her right buttock, which made her squeal louder and bite the pillow.

You squeezed both of her ass cheeks with her hands and let your head fall back with your eyes closed because of how good it felt to fuck her tight pussy like that. Your hands went to her waist again, and she buried the side of her face back into the pillow as you brought her to a third orgasm.

Another spank on her right buttock, your hand marked in red on her skin, and then another spank with a changed hand, this time on her left buttock. Dani screamed against the pillow, and after a few seconds of intense thrusts she came again. You slowed your pumps considerably, watching as her slim body shook and her hips made her fuck herself against your cock.

"Here I fucking come..." you warned, feeling yourself reaching your peak again without her even having completely overcome her orgasm. You grabbed a handful of her long, silky brown hair and pulled it back as you gave a sharp thrust forward, exploding violently inside her pussy, "double kill," you whispered in her ear, unloading all your cum inside her tight walls.

"Fuck..." she moaned once you let go of her hair and let her fall back onto the pillow, "it feels so warm and thick inside me... I love it," she sighed with heavy breathing.

"Consider it a way for me to mark my territory," you smiled, and then you pulled out of her pussy to lie down next to her and start filling her back, shoulders, and neck with small, loving kisses. You helped her and were patient while she recovered, stroking her soft hair and placing more kisses all over her face.

"So double kill huh?" She giggled seeing you and standing up to go to her coat, she picked it up off the floor and searched in one of her pockets. She pulled out two things, her phone, which she distracted herself with by typing for a few seconds, and a small bottle of lub, "get ready for baron then," she tossed the little bottle to you.

There was no doubt in your mind what exactly she meant when she said that, but when she got back on the bed, she got back on her hands and knees, spread her ass for you, and looked at you with the same lascivious look she had given you that night on the video call, you knew exactly what she wanted.

"You're a very naughty girl, huh?" You teased, kneeling again behind her and pouring some lub on your fingers to start playing with her butthole, rubbing it and then taking them inside her little by little. She didn't have time to answer you while you used your fingers to slowly open her tight ass, pumping slowly with your wrist until you took them completely inside her, only leaving your knuckles outside. That was enough to drive you to full hardness again.

"Come on baby, I'm ready for you to gank my ass," she moaned looking at you over her shoulder, "put that cock in, I need it!"

You took the lub again, this time to pour it over your cock and spread a considerable amount over it, to leave it very slippery and shiny. Once ready you capped the bottle, tossed it to the side and took your shaft in one hand to guide it to her butthole. You made slow, steady pressure forward, taking your first few inches inside and moaning as you felt her walls stretch around you. She wasn't even able to moan, she had her mouth permanently open in an O, her nails digging into the pillow and her eyebrows furrowed as she watched you. At first it was somewhat suffocating, but as soon as your entire cock had disappeared between her buttocks it was easy for you to gradually get into the rhythm.

You left one hand on her waist, and began to move slowly knowing that she was still struggling to get used to your length inside her inexperienced ass. Finally she started moaning like she normally did, that's when you realized how much she was really enjoying it, but with every thrust you gave her moans became louder and louder, leading you to think that she enjoyed having her ass fucked much more than she could have expected.

The pace gradually increased, you took your cock as far in and out as you could, making sure every inch of her felt absolutely every inch of your cock as you fucked her ass between moans and loud sounds of flesh slapping against flesh.

"Why do I feel like you're enjoying it more than your pussy?" You groaned somewhat exhausted already, but not the least bit willing to stop.

"Because I am!! Fuck!!" she squealed in response, she brushed all her hair past one of her shoulders and looked at you over her shoulder, you could only see her milky naked back as you fucked her ass so hard you felt like you were going to break her in two.

"Then show me how much you're enjoying it honey, but I want to look into your eyes," you pulled out of her ass and turned her roughly onto her back, you grabbed both of her legs and spread them wide open, you looked into her eyes, and you went back inside her ass with a single push.

"Oh ffuuuuuck!!!" she grunted with her eyes watering, arching her back as you resumed your powerful, violent thrusts in and out of her ass, "don't stop please!! it feels so fucking amazing!!"

"And it will feel even better honey," you assured, leaning forward to kiss her long neck and down to her small tits, which for the first time you brought to your mouth to lick and kiss her nipples again and again.

Certainly she began to enjoy it much more, she hugged your neck and pushed you hard towards her tits, forcing you to continue eating them while you fucked her ass without mercy. Her beautiful moans were like music to your ears, and between both stimuli she soon came in the most intense, violent and energetic way so far. Her entire body seemed to be being electrocuted, even her eyes were rolled back as the spasms attacked her without any warning.

The way the walls of her butthole tightened around your cock made you moan against her tits, and even though she had already drained you three times that night, you were able to release one last load for her nside her ass. You released yourself from her arms, and this time you muffled your moans against her lips as you shot ribbons of hot liquid into her.

"Mmm… triple kill," you whispered against her lips, and neither you nor she could help but laugh.

"God, we're so stupid," she laughed, hugging you, placing kisses on your temple. You could feel her chest rising and falling abruptly.

"I didn't think you would enjoy being fucked in the ass so much," you said still inside her. You gave her a little kiss on her lips.

"Me neither, but I think I just found a great new kink," she giggled, biting her lower lip, "hey, you're not planning on staying inside me all night are you?"

"As much as I want to, no," you laughed, and slowly pulled out of her ass, and as if it were a plug, your cum began to flow freely out of it and onto the sheets, "I'll go find something to clean you up."

You got out of bed and went to the bathroom to get a roll of toilet paper, you came back with Dani, and while she was still with her legs open, waiting patiently for you, you began to clean her carefully, putting special emphasis on the stained sheets.

"We can ask for new sheets, right?" she asked.

"Of course, but for now let's get some rest honey," you said with a sigh, leaving the roll of toilet paper on the nightstand to lie down on the pillow. She joined you right away, but she climbed completely on top of you, clinging with her thighs to your torso and leaving her head resting against your neck, you wrapped your arms around her and snuggled her against you, resting for a few minutes in that the peace you felt was completely unbreakable.

Until you heard several loud knocks against the door.

Your heart began to beat fast and strong, and you could feel your entire soul escaping from your body thinking that you had been caught. But Dani didn't seem scared like you, in fact, when she heard her knocking she raised her head excitedly and put on the tight tank top she was originally wearing. You frowned, confused since you didn't know what was happening. It was when Dani opened the door and stepped outside that everything became clear to you.

"Damn, why are you so sexy and disheveled?" You heard a girl say, "I'm late, right?"

"No, you're actually right on time unnie," Dani said, and when she walked back into the room she walked in with none other than Kim Minji herself. Looking as beautiful and inexplicably ethereal as ever. She was wearing a semi-transparent black blouse, flared jeans, and sandals. She was also carrying a backpack.

"May I know what the hell is going on?" you asked, covered up to your neck with the blanket in a rather funny way as you watched them. They both had a wicked smile on their faces as Dani closed the door.

"Well... Unnie's been trying to show me something for a while now," Dani began to explain to you, "but she thought it would be best to just bring her along too."

Just then Minji took the backpack off her shoulder, set it down and took out some long ropes from it.

"Tell me, are you ready to do some crafts, cutie?" Minji asked you, watching you with a raised eyebrow as she pulled the ropes onto the bed. You, without taking your eyes off her for a moment, got out from under the blanket to reach the room's phone and call reception.

"Hello? Yes... I would like to book one more night," you began.

"Mmm, better make it two," Minji ordered.

"Ah... yes," you nodded, "two more nights... thank you miss."

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Spren Notes: Well, there's Dani's first smut, with some more to come👽 And again, sorry for the cheesy LoL jokes lmao.

[the-offside-rule]

Max Verstappen (Red Bull Racing) - Embarassing

Requested: yes

Prompt: 3) "His smile gives me butterflies"

Warnings: alcohol maybe idk

Y/n, the brilliant Red Bull strategist, reveled in the success of another 1-2 finish for the team. The victory celebration echoed through the night, and with each cheer, Y/n's heart raced. As the party reached its peak, she found herself drowning her nerves in a bit too much alcohol. In the dimly lit corner of the party, Y/n sat alone, contemplating the stars above. Max Verstappen, unaware of her intoxicated state, noticed her isolation and decided to check on her. "Hey, everything alright?" Max inquired, concern etched on his face as he sat next to her and wrapped an arm around her to show his support.

"I'm just here, having a moment. You know, thinking about someone." Max, intrigued yet puzzled, sat beside her. "Someone special, huh?" Y/n nodded, a dreamy expression settling on her face. "You won't believe it. I'm head over heels in love with Max Verstappen! Can you imagine? His smile gives me butterflies, and when he races, it's like my heart is on the track with him." Max, amused, played along. "You think so?" She nodded. "And his determination, Max never gives up. It's inspiring. Also, that Dutch accent is-" She paused lifting her glass to her lips. "It's something else."

Max couldn't hold back his laughter. "You seem to know him quite well." Y/n nodded, blissfully unaware. "Oh, absolutely! I have have come up up his strategy like all the time. I wish I could tell him how much I love him." Max, enjoying the banter, decided to play along. "Well, maybe you should." Max looked at her with admiration. She was seen as somewhat of a recluse at Red Bull. Yes, she was lovely but she was serious about her job and worked so hard to prove she was serious, that Max and many other team members were unaware she was even capable of being able to love someone. "I will! Next time I see him."

"Shouldn't be too hard. You're in a huge nightclub with him." Y/n nodded. "Yeah. Oh, and the way he talks about racing, it's so passionate. I could listen to him talk about it all day." Y/n sighed, blissfully unaware that she was talking to the very person she was gushing about. Max chuckled, enjoying the unexpected revelation. "Well, I'm flattered. Thanks for the compliment."

"Wait, what?" She turned. Max smiled and put his hand out. "Max Verstappen." He said teasingly. Y/n's eyes widened, realization hitting her like a sudden gust of wind. "Wait, what? Oh my- Max, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to- I mean, I didn't know it was you." Max laughed, genuinely appreciating her honesty. "No worries. It's flattering. Let me walk you back to the party." As they stood up, Y/n, suddenly shy, looked down. "I should probably go. I've embarrassed myself enough." Before Max could even say a word, off she went stumbling away. Max followed, but in the crowded venue, he lost sight of her. The party continued, but Max couldn't shake off the amusing encounter and the even more amusing strategist

The next day in the buzzing Red Bull factory, Y/n immersed herself in her work, determined to focus on strategy and leave the embarrassing incident behind. As she studied data and simulations, Max casually strolled through the facility, inspecting the ongoing progress. He eventually found his way to Y/n's desk, where she was engrossed in her tasks. Max leaned against the edge of the desk, smirking, "Hello, darling."

Y/n's eyes widened, and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "I, uh, I think I may have said some things at the party." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear. Max, still amused as he was the night before grinned. "Oh, you mean the Max Verstappen love fest?" Y/n cringed. "Yeah, that. Sorry about that." She hid her head in her hands as Max simply laughed. He interrupted with a playful grin, "No need to apologize. I thought it was cute, actually. If you ever want to show that side of you more often, feel free."

Y/n blinked in surprise, and Max reached into his pocket, pulling out a piece of paper. He jotted down his number and slid it across her desk, winking mischievously. "In case you need someone to talk to about your Max Verstappen crush." Flustered but intrigued, Y/n managed a shy smile. "Thanks, Max. I'll... keep that in mind." Max nodded, giving her a knowing look, and continued his stroll through the factory. Y/n couldn't help but replay the interaction in her mind, a mix of embarrassment and excitement.

[radiowon]

ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 OOPS!..?

—- in which Niki makes a huge mistake.

Syn: After reaching 18, Niki learns he's an alpha and is still getting used to the idea and Because he can't control his emotions, he accidentally marks you.

g: fluff | p: Alpha Niki x omega fem! Reader | w: 1.8k | warn: cursing | Niki is clumsy and reader is in a Constant state of anger and panic 80% of the time | like 50% proof read soz

“Why are you looking at me like I’m a peice of stinking shit”

You eye the male in front of you intensely searching for any indication of an answer as he furrows his eyebrows face twisting in distaste.

“Hello?.. Earth to Niki I’m talking to you!” The raise in voice snaps Niki out of his trance he clears his throat awkwardly “your scent.. i don’t like it” you frown taking some offence to his statement “you sayinf I stink 24/7? Ouch could have just said you hate my guts and called it a day” Niki waves his hands franticly feeling immediate regret at his choice of words.

“No no.. not like that you normally smell fine but now you smell really weird and it bothers me” you sigh as you pinch a bit of your sleeve taking a wiff “I smell fine to m-“where did you go who where you with” you fold your arms clicking your tounge a few times “what are you? My father” you laugh a little covering your mouth “Heeseung needed some help setting up his science presentation for next period I was helping him why do you ask?” Unknown to your ears Niki growls subconsciously as he steps closer to you grasping your shoulders tightly.

“Come with me” before you had a chance to protest Niki takes advantage of his height and strength manhandling you as he drags you to a secluded area behind the school. When you finally arrive, you have to gather all your might to escape his hold while massaging your shoulder from the searing pain caused by his nails. “Care to explain why you just dragged me here with out my consent!? Gooooosh The least you could do is handle me with care.. I’m not an alpha like you” You part your lips to speak again, but as soon as you meet his gaze, you quickly close them again.

His eyes seemed dark, as they usually had, yet something about them in this particular moment made you feel nervous and caused your stomach to grow uneasy.

“Uh..Niki? W-“I c..can’t take this any longer!”He trapped you against the cold, hard brick wall in a matter of seconds, and the impact scratched your back. He growled loudly, causing you to become anxious as soon as his nose reached the hollows of your neck and travelled all the way to your collarbone. “W..woah Niki what are you doing! Stop it!” You try your best to push him off but his grip on your waist prevented you making any moves to leave.

You were afraid because you had no idea what he was doing to you or what was going on. If you had paid more attention in history class, you may have learned more about alphas and been able to comprehend the current situation. you mentally cursed yourself. Despite this, you persisted and tried to get free by even kicking him, but he didn't even move an inch. It seemed as though he was immune to pain

Before long, the only sensation you experienced was a stinging agony as Niki's fangs briefly touched your neck. The surge that sets off your fight-or-flight response, making you push him right away. You cringe at the ache that suddenly envelops you as you clutch your neck to where he bit you in shock. You slowly glance up at Niki in horror, his expression exactly matching yours.

After staring at one another in silence reality hits you like a truck.

“Don’t tell me you did what I think you did..”Niki raises his hands to his face, hiding behind them as he continuously shakes his head. You approach him, yanking his hands away and firmly grabbing his tie to bring him down to your level. He gulps lips trembling “I’m s..sorry I didn’t realise I was..” he stops closing his mouth immediately avoiding eye contact as he looks down to your shoes.

You tug at his tie causing him to choke out an “ow” looking into your eyes once more “you were what? Finish the sentence” he sighs closing his eyes before opening them again “your s..scent it was bothering me I couldn’t stand it so I wanted to clean it off you t..then I somehow…accidentallymayhavemarkedyou” you let go pulling away slightly

Even though he is the alpha, Niki stares at you anxiously, fearful of how you might respond. Your anger worried him a greatly.

You cover your face with your hands and soon find yourself laughing. Niki gives you a perplexed and shocked gaze. You turn to face him with a smile, and he hesitantly smiles back. “come here” He shakes his head, and you click your fingers to encourage him to come forward. When he does, you welcome him with a searing, stinging slap across the face that is guaranteed to leave a lasting mark. He clutches his hurt cheek.

“How can you be so careless! Do you have any idea what you have done the situation you have placed not me but yourself also!?” He looks down guilt evidence on his face. “Do you hate me Niki?” He shakes his head eyebrows raising“what! No!” You shake your head “clearly you do don’t you remember how strict my father is! What do you think he’s going to do when he sees his daughter as been marked I’m finshed!” You sigh loudly as you walk back to the wall sinking down to the floor.

“Um.. just hide it I don’t know! Then he won’t see it and you will be fine right?” You shoot him a glare causing him to close his mouth “oh yes! What a genius I’ll hide it behind all my hoodies and sweat gallons of buckets in the fucking summer” You wriggle away from him as he approaches you slowly, frowning like an idiot.

“No do me and yourself a favour and stay away who knows what you will do next” he frowns “I want to help you I want to make this right and your..attitude isn’t making this easy” Raising your brows, you support yourself so that you may stand up again. “oh really! My attitude? Yeah sorry should I be rejoicing that I’ve been marked without my consent by a clumsy dork like you? I’m sorry alpha should i be thanking you? For fucking what!” He growls lowly your anger radiating off onto him.

“I’m not clumsy or a dork I just made a mistake! I just want you to stop attacking me for it I know what I did and I’m sorry why do you always have to be such a bitch when things don’t go your way!”

Silence and the silence was loud

“Oh no.. I’ve made the alpha angry” you pout stepping closer to him “are you gonna bark at me? Rip me to shreds? Since I’m such a bitch I must deserve it right” you step closer poking his arm as you continue to taunt him. Niki huffs growling loudly “shut up stop it” you keep poking his arm Tuanting him further “Nu huh you marked me now this is what you will have to put up with for the rest of your life”He growls once more, covering more than half of your face with his large hands as he covers your mouth.

“Stop..talking” he sighs again “I think we are both very stressed right now and need to calm down especially you .. your emitting to much right now and I can’t take it so just chill and let’s fix this..please?” You sigh and nod slowly as he gently retraces his hand. Remorse is one of the feelings that washes over you.

He was correct. You really did need to cool down and give him the benefit of the doubt since, having only recently been confirmed as an alpha, he truly had no idea what he was doing. With a mumbled apology, you press your face into his chest and reach out to wrap your arms around his waist. His fury vanishes in an instant as he smiles and draws you closer to his hug while inhaling your scent.

“I’m sorry to for being careless then we wouldn’t be in this mess but I am and will make this right” you hum closing your eyes as you snuggle closer “ we can sort this out together niki”

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It had been a week since then and whomp whomp you hadn’t sourted it out of anything your still stuck with his mark. But maybe you were thankful for it in a way as somehow the bond it installed helped you understand each other a bit more and drew you closer. This prevented some obnoxious alphas from bothering you—a mental note you wanted to thank Niki for afterwards.

“Maybe it’s not all that bad you know.. the marking sitch” he looks at you shocked at your words “really? I thought you hated it and wanted it gone by all means” you shake your head “well I did then but now I guess I’ve come to terms with the fact it may be like this forever” he hums “and I wouldn’t have it any other way..” Niki shrinks away from you, bewildered, as you approach him more slowly on the bench.

You move towards him in the same direction, and he moves away in response. This pattern continues until he is caught in the bench's corner. You look at him, irritated. “ way to go break a girls hurt you could have just said the feeling is not mutual ouch” Niki raises a brow confused “huh!? What I don’t understand what are you talking about” you sigh shaking your head “read between the lines! What do you think I meant by I wouldn’t have it any other way or when I moved closer to you!” He merely gives a blank stare in response, blinking a few times and cocking his head slightly to one side.

“I like you Niki that’s what I’m trying to get at but you’re just plain stupid” You move back, making space, and grumble, feeling a little downtrodden. To your disbelief, though, Niki grabbed the edge of your skirt and pulled you back in towards him. His shy smile graces his features as he turns to face you. “I’m sorry and I l..like you too” When you turn to face him in shock, he looks as far away as he can, masking his emotions, but the stark red colour of his ears gives you the additional confirmation you need.

You lean in giving him a kiss on the cheek. He turns to you slowly with a cheeky smile. “Does this mean your gonna mark me back now or..” he teases wriggling his eyebrows at the suggestion

“Woah there I didn’t say anything about that yet..”

—- a/n : first post ahhahahsbsbssjsjsj I literally saw this Niki pic on Pinterest and this idea was somehow brought from it. Anyways I hope u liked it 🫶

[chemistryread]

god, being in love with robin and watching her heart break over vickie at the war zone.

getting bumped in the shoulder when she runs out. following steve's gaze.

your eyes falling on a short red-haired familiar figure, bizarrely wide-eyed while being kissed by a mature looking blonde. a guy.

right. shit.

"i'll pay you back, promise."

chucking the stuff you gathered in steve's cart and running after her, his protest promptly ignored.

beelining for the stolen trailer, instead, you almost trip on robin's legs.

she's sitting on the curb, long limbs folding over each other, succesfully hiding in between two gigantic trucks. her wrists are crossed on top of her head, face resting on her knees.

it would be funny, this tall woman trying to ball up and disappear into herself, if it wasn't such a delicate moment.

"go away." muffled by her jeans.

knowing better, you sit down next to her. "i'm sorry, robin."

she looks up, bangs spiking in all the wrong directions. "i thought you were steve."

"let us take a minute to appreciate the fact that neither you or i are steve harrington."

hand on your chest, you dramatically feign undying gratitude. it's silly, but your joke pulls a snort out of the dejected girl by your side, so it can't be the worst you've ever done.

as quick as the levity in the air comes, it goes. her nose rubs her forearm, soothing.

"you know, not everyone likes one or the other. things aren't so straightforward. people tend to come with their own specific settings."

robin stiffens up. you hadn't talked about this yet. you don't know if she would've ever told you. she still might not. you just want her to know, you…

"what, uhm, wha-" her white teeth almost blind you with the forced smile that spreads open. she's stuttering and shaking her head, trying to salvage her blunder.

"there might still be hope, with vickie."

blue teary eyes go wide.

you want to hug her, tell her 'your secret's safe with me, as long as mine is safe with you'. but instead, all you do is smile sympathetically.

"you're not exactly subtle."

"ughhhh." face hiding again, this time sobs break out and you have to hold back from pulling her head up and wiping the tears. "i just thought she might be…or this time it might…be different. how stupid of me, right, i know. but i swear there was something in the way we looked at each other, these tiny moments we shared during the games or band practice…"

so robin buckley is not oblivious to stolen glances. just yours, apparently. oh, you want to die.

"so she's got someone." you shrug, used to making light of every bad situation. "for now. relationships don't last forever, especially at this age."

you get a giggle this time.

"you're terrible."

does she really think so?

"wait, so, did-did steve-"

"no, he would never." you're quick to reassure your friend. "you offend me, you know? i wasn't born in hawkins, buckley, i've been around. there's a whole world out there, one i'd risk saying you don't know much about. sometimes it's closer than you might imagine. "

the words are at the tip of your tongue, and you wish it was the right time for that. it never seems to be. but it's no good to have robin short-circuit with the amount of new information when you're about to fight for your lives.

"and you're okay with it? i mean, you still want to be friends?"

i want to be so much more. i love you. i've loved you all this time.

"my feelings for you haven't changed at all." terrible aftertaste.

her smile is more sincere now, relaxed. she looks even prettier when she feels free.

glancing away, staring ahead, her forehead wrinkles. "do you think vickie would still like me if she found out?"

the air almost gets caught in your throat, mustering up supportive words.

"trust me, soon enough that tiny little molly ringwald wannabe will see the huge mistake she's made and probably show up to your bedroom window with a very long, very cheesy speech. you just gotta wait for her to realize."

robin cringes.

"do people really do that? wait around for the person they like to fall out of love with someone else and suddenly notice the right choice, you, was there all along?"

your turn to wince.

"you'd be surprised."

you're squinting, eyes fighting against the sunlight and tracing your friend's features, the ones you've spent hours dreaming about feeling under your fingertips.

robin finally looks back, a glimpse of hopefulness in her light eyes. yours avert to the shining asphalt.

her hands move to sit next to yours, holding onto the sidewalk.

"thank you."

it's a quiet whisper, you know she means more than the advice about vickie.

"anytime." you bump her shoulder lightly, eyes still on the ground. for a brief moment, you inch closer, looking at her again. "you're not alone, robin."

her pinky ghosts over yours for a fraction of a second, when you hear erica and lucas arguing nearby.

jumping up, you offer her a hand.

on the way to the trailer, she pats you in the back and says, "just hope i make it so i can hear that speech."

your smile drops as soon as her back is turned to you. you're kind of hoping for the same. there's nothing robin buckley deserves more than to be happy, no matter what that meant for you.

[yourmisogynistfriend]

✨The story behind my blog name✨

Come sit on my lap, sweetie, and let me tell you why I decided to call myself yourmisogynistfriend

Well first it’s because the old name was due to be changed. My previous name was truegirlssftagain. This name originated of my first blog I created at 17, which was named onlytruegirls (yes, I know I was underage when I created this blog, thanks for noticing). I only reblogged pics of hot girls in bikinis or naked. The name was because I wanted to show what true girls were supposed to look like. This was obviously a very restricted point of view, but I was young. Anyway, this concept of « true girl » sticked with me over the years. But at one point I realized it was a little bit cringe and dumb for a blog name. I always tried to not appear as a tumblr dom and this blog name clearly didn’t helped.

So I have been thinking about what my new name could be. I always thought the fact I post very misogynist stuff while being a huge feminist was pretty ironic. Yes, I am feminist. I believe in gender equality, I believe women are equal to men, I get mad every time something happens in the world against women. Anyway, I’m not here to convince you about how feminist I am. But I once remembered an event that happened to me and I thought it was pretty funny.

During a class in uni, we had an activity about history of feminism, the group was split in two based on our last names and my part of the group was made of four women out of 20 people. To talk about feminism… See how ironic this is? Let me tell you that the women of my group, who are personal friends, were not feeling very comfortable to talk among a group of men. Well after the activity, my girl friends told me I was the only man in the group they trusted to not make misogynist comments (and some others really said some borderline stuff). I was the only man they wanted to hear give his opinion on the subject. What came to my mind at this moment is « good thing they don’t know about my tumblr blog! ».

So, let’s get back to when I decided to choose a new blog name. I remembered that moment and was thinking: « I’m actually a real feminist, a man whose presence makes women feel safe, whose opinions about feminism are welcome by women, and yet my blog is about objectifying women ». It’s hell of a duality! I thought it was a good idea to exploit this experience I lived. So I decided the new name will be about the fact that even your feminist friends may be fantasizing about molesting you. Even the most feminist person you know may be daydreaming of legalized rape and free use in public.

I thought about calling my blog yourfeministfriend, because that’s what I am. I am a feminist friend and yet I fantasize about misogyny. But the name was already taken. I decided to call myself yourfeministbuddy, and it worked… for a week. My blog got deleted. I don’t know if it’s just a coincidence or if feminists found and mass reported me. Just in case, I didn’t take any chance and decided my new blog would be yourmisogynistfriend. This way, nobody can report me saying my blog name is a lie, even if the dual effect of my blog name and my blog content is gone.

And yes, one of my girl friends who made that comment about me, who feels safe with me, she’s hot and I’d love to make her choke on my cock and make her my little toy like she’s truly meant to be. But she’ll never know.

Sorry if it’s a long story for your silly little brain, but I think it’s worth the effort of reading it all.

[starscelly]

I'm over here begging you. For the love of all that is holy, please talk to me about Tyler Seguin and the new dude, Mason Marchment !

anon i would LOVE to discuss tyler and mush !!!!! im very sorry this will probably be super long winded and incoherent. but u shouldve known what u signed up for with me tbh

FIRST i wanna say if ur looking for like. in depth analysis or many Moments of theirs i would very much recommend taking time to scroll through teex’s 2791 tag it is a joy and pretty thoroughly covers all of the stupidity from this season and i feel like they r like pioneering the 2791/smush insanity. that being said. allow me to talk my shit for a moment dkfsdjkfs.

i just think its Fascinating that in the past few years tyler has for sure like, turned down his usual vibe of constantly hamming it up for the camera and getting super flirty with all these guys etc etc. it is, i think, far less present these past few yrs than before. until mush got to this team lol. i feel like he’s really been brought back out of his shell (definitely also helped by the new coaching staff, his recovery from injuries, finding a new role on the team, their success etc, but) and we’re starting to see this silly tyler that we know and love again!!! the first thing i can really remember of them being particularly fun flirty and cringe together is the sandwich video (this is prolly wrong, but off the top of my head), but their chemistry has definitely been there all season. like even before we were exposed to this type of behavior, they’ve been on a line together All Season, even when they could not get a good third guy to fit on their line, deboer clearly knew there was something working between them. which like, we all saw the first few games of the season. obviously he’s correct lol. 

so they have good chemistry on the ice which is a super plus, and we’ve seen time and time again how close they are as people - mush being insane concerned about tyler’s injury, constantly saying they miss the other when they’re injured, the sandwich video, tyler “interviewing” mush with his drink, etc - and they just have a lot of casual affection for one another. but i have to say. my favorite thing is how stupid i feel for not realizing that they’d be an obvious pairing the second mush got traded here lmao. if you look at a long line of Tyler History he fits PERFECTLY. a feisty, huge, dark-haired left winger???? that is his MO, at this point (all 4 traits have applied to his like Closest or most notorious connections, but if u wanna take out “huge” we got marchy on the b’s, if u wanna talk ancient history we have tyler brown back when he was young young idk how feisty he was, but either way these are like. quintessential traits he loves). (this is a bit tyler heavy, on account of i just know more about him in general than mush, so sorry about that lol) but he very much just wants someone he can make fun of / laugh at, someone who would probably kill an opponent for him , and someone who is a huge cringe loser who will do anything to make him laugh. and mason for suuuuure checks off all those boxes and more. and if that is what we needed to bring back the silly, god bless mush, because he succeeded and Also made me adore HIM at the same time. despite all his mess and penalty minutes fjldsfklds

this is like. super long winded i am so sorry. but if there’s anything specific u wanna talk abt with these two cringefail losers Please feel free to message me or send another ask or whatever. i can’t even begin to unpack how deranged i feel abt them sometimes !!!

[andonutty]

ok get ready for SPAM for the character meme thing : first one up? the beloved, the amazing, the most blorbo to ever blorbo ... randy sealman 🥺

send me a character and i'll list...

i'm going to be slowly working through all of these so @ anyone who wants feel free to send more of them! i'm never not accepting these. though if like 5 years down the line you send me the name of a character i'll probably be confused i'm not going to lie

favorite thing about them

EVERYHTINGGNGNG!??!?!?! though i think maybe my FAVOURITE thing about him is how sensitive and sad he is. like yeah sure he's got his "don't even fuckin' start" and "take that shit off" lines but his longest scene has him being so sad and emotional and sensitive?? and then we get the moment where he's like FULLY ass out for this girl he does NOT know?? UGH randy sealman you are the most mentally ill man to ever exist

least favorite thing about them

the fact that he has inconsistent crazy lore and also that he dies and that 0 people care

favorite line

"borden's dead. someone executed him." it is just SUCH a pookie line and he is SOOOOO?!?!?!???!?! so cute for this. obviously i love all his lines but this one is so PARTICULARLY pookie.

brOTP

randy and the bordens for sure. i think their dynamic is so tragically unexplored. like putting aside the fact that i ship randy and william HARD like ... they just seem like such a fun trio? i just think they are so cute and tragic. it's about randy really thinking these two are his BEST friends, meanwhile they both resent him so much after a while. it's just sad!!

OTP

OBVIOUSLY randy/tyler DUHHH. they are so cute and perfect for each other and they fuel me daily. there's something about hole from a man who is so impossibly sad. also im completely enamoured with our lore for them. but inside the actual source material, i would absolutely say randy/william. it's about william's little spat "you're an emPLOYee!" like oh girl you are projecting. you're having a little gayboy moment. honestly josh and daniel killed this movie they put their entire pussy into it and they're the best parts of it so even if their dynamic weren't so compelling i'd absolutely adore them as a couple simply because their characters are so good

nOTP

randy x duolingo girl. also randy x like hugo?? whatever the fuck his name is? creepy ass dude??? basically randy x any rancid character

random headcanon

i think randy really loves the water. this is sort of pulled from josh taylor and stuff about his roles and his insta and stuff, but i think it really fits for randy for him to love the water and swimming and stuff. it also adds a lot to his and maryanne's relationship

unpopular opinion

i love randy sealman and he deserves to live

song i associate with them

obviously deep in the night jay frog remix but i also want to personally shout out not allowed by tv girl and also nocturne by sufferer. i can't listen to deep in the night while writing him so i often listen to a feeling of power from the heavy rain soundtrack instead. i think when i write him i'm usually listening to nocturne though because tv girl, while a bop and super fun to jam to, it's harder to write to imo

favorite picture of them

i think my ultimate favourite picture has to be pool sex but i am also sharing when randy is like REHAB?? and also when he hugs his mommy in the saddest scene known to cinema. imagine your mom holds your face and is like you need help randy and you look so incredibly sad and then you hug her and start crying and say "i'm sorry" like EUGHFHGD. also his ass out picture is a huge fav and it's under the cut

this man was really waiting for this girl to come back from the bathroom and peg him. INSANE.

also not them being SO disrespectful on his cringe fail suspect board and having so many picture of his naked bloodied self. like GIVE HIM SOME DIGNITY

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Caught-up in the Rain - Part 2 

Where The Storm Gathers - Chapter 10.2

Pairing: Stable Lad! Calum x Princess! Reader Summary: The storm is here. The Princess is not where she should be and Calum has to find her before is too late. Armed forces are waiting for the right moment to attack. The opposing army, led by Ashton, Luke and Michael know that something isn't right. There's no time left, everything ends here. Warnings: Angst. Violence. Blood. Mentions of abuse, torture, child abuse. Language. Fighting. Death. Character deaths. Wounds. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, im sorry) Word count: 17.1 k Author's Note: This is the second to last chapter! it took me a while to get here but I hope I made justice to these characters. Thank you to everyone who read this series so far, I love you so so so much. Remember that Reblogs, comments, likes and feedback are incredibly important 💕 hope you like it and happy reading 🦋✨🌻 My master list // tag list on bio!

“My name is Y/N Irwin, Princess of RoseWood and the Kingdom’s youngest Rose. I came here to provide… to provide… Wait, how was it?” 

Calum jumped from a stack of hay, letting his boots crash and splatter on a small puddle of mud. Y/N frowned as a few droplets hit her dress, not because it got dirty, but because she wanted to jump into a puddle as well but according to Wingsburg it was “Unladylike” 

Well, she was never really “ladylike” if she’s being honest. She doesn’t like this whole performance of being a princess. She would much rather be running around the woods, getting sticks stuck to her hair, rolling in the mud with her best friend… She wanted to be a child. Not someone with such a huge responsibility on her nine-year-old shoulders. 

“To provide comfort and support for my Kingdom,” Calum read from a piece of parchment, scratching the back of his head “Until my dying days, I’m yours as long as you are mine…. Okay, that sounds like you’re getting married to RoseWood” 

“Eew,” The little princess cringed as she sat down on the grass, not caring anymore about how the maid will react “I give up,” 

“Rose-”

“I will never learn it!” She threw her arms up, falling dramatically on her back “I’m a princess failure!” 

She covered her eyes with her small hands, groaning into them as her mind ran through a hundred plans to escape from the dreading party. 

Calum sighed as he laid down next to her “You’re not a failure” 

“Tell that to my father,” She said with a sad tone. 

It was her father’s idea to make her and Ashton swear loyalty to RoseWood on the upcoming anniversary of the Kingdom. Technically, neither of them could do it until they were of age, and there was a whole ceremony about it. But King Richard is inviting people from all over the continent and - as he told them one night - “Would not tolerate embarrassments” Though he was looking at her when he said it. 

“I don’t even know why I have to do it, you know?” She complained, looking at Calum “Ashton is going to be King, and when he’s of age he’s going to have yet a thousand parties where he could swear to the wine in father’s goblet if he wants. I’m just me, I don’t matter as they do” 

“Don’t say that,” Calum pleaded quietly, but she didn’t hear.

“I just want to be free!” She exclaimed, raising her arms to the sky “Or at least free enough that I don’t have to go through any more of “I’m the Princess bla bla bla” It’s not like the Kingdom knows who I am or what I can do…” She sighed “If I had the chance many things would change around here… But I’m just the girl in the family” 

Calum sighed with her, looking sadly at the girl whose broken heart was guarded from the outside. But he knew her too well. He knew that even though she was resting importance on her role, she still wants to make it right; to seek the approval of her father and make him proud. 

When Calum first met Y/N, the Queen was already on her deathbed. Y/N talked about her as if she were the most beautiful and kind woman on the planet - Calum could argue that his mom, sister, and even Y/N herself could be up for that title as well but he didn’t say it out loud - and when she died just a couple of weeks later, the world of the little Princess of Rosewood came crashing down in front of his eyes. 

He saw the confusion in the Princess’ eyes when her father stopped hugging her or even talking to her in a kindly manner. He saw how the tears clouded her eyes when they talked about the good fathers in the stories they read together, and how most of them were corrupted by the presence of an evil stepmother. 

“Maybe my story is different,” She said to him one day as they played pretend. She must’ve been seven years old, but her heart was already broken “Maybe I got the bad dad and I might get a good stepmother who would love me” She sighed “But father made it clear that he won’t ever marry again, he got pretty mad when I asked if he ever would” 

Calum couldn’t understand why a father would treat their children like that. He would look back on his own life and consider himself lucky, even if that thought sat heavily on his heart. Yes, his family was poor, but he never once saw his father with a bad temper, nor did his mother frown or curse or even get mad for longer than an hour. So he couldn’t understand why a father could be so… cruel. 

“It’s not fair,” He said in a whisper, looking into her eyes.

Y/N sighed “I never said it was. In fact, I think I might never say it out loud to anyone but you, Cal. You’re the only one I can trust” 

Calum looked as if he was about to say something else, but the Princess just shook her head and sat up straight.

“Still, I need to get this speech right. Even if it won’t change anything, I still have to try” 

The stable lad gave her a sad smile. The conflicting feelings of sadness and pride held in his eyes as he, too, sat up and clapped his hands. 

“Alright, let’s think,” He said as he put on a thinking face that made Y/N giggle “You’re an amazing storyteller, and a decent actress-”

“Decent?!” 

“- An amazing actress, sorry” Calum laughed as he avoided the small fist that was going to crash - painlessly - on his arm “So think of this speech as one of the speeches in our stories! You can pretend you’re a warrior princess and this is the ‘confronting the villain’ speech” 

Y/N smiled widely “Calum that’s an incredible idea! Only we need to find a villain,” 

“I can be-”

“You wouldn't hurt a fly, Cal. You nearly cried when you saw a chipmunk fall from the tree”

“I’m willing to fight!” Calum protested. 

“Yeah? When?” 

“If someone hurts you,” He said almost immediately, blushing when the words finally hit his brain. Yet, a rush of bravery came through him as he saw the Princess blush as well “I would fight off anyone that tries to hurt you, Rose. You know that, right?” 

She pressed her lips on a thin line and nodded. Of course, he would defend her, that’s what best friends do, right? 

“Still, you’re not a villain, Calum. We need to find someone who-... I know!”

Next thing he knew, Calum was holding Y/N’s hand - and not overthinking about it, of course - as she ran through the castle pulling him with her, passing through doors and halls Calum has never visited before but that with the speed of Y/N’s steeps, also didn’t have time to admire. And, in a matter of seconds, they are crossing a huge wooden door and into the library, where they find the Young Prince sitting with a book. 

“Y/N/N? What are you-?” Ashton starts, but it’s immediately cut off by his little sister. 

“We need you to play the villain” She pants, still holding Calum’s hand. 

Ashton raised a brow, looking between the two of them “And why…?” 

“For me to practice the speech!”

“You haven’t learned that yet?” 

Y/N glared at her brother “Don’t be condescending, Ash” 

“I still don’t get why I should be the villain” He sighed as he closed his book “Aren’t you too old to play these games?” 

“Not if you play with us,” Calum casually said, making Ash chuckle as he smiled at them “She will learn it faster and better if we help her think it’s an act. You know? If she’s a warrior princess that wants to defend her kingdom”

“And why aren’t you the villain, then?” Ashton asked with a knowing smirk. Calum rolled his eyes.

“Because your sister thinks I can’t hurt a fly” 

“Because you can’t”

“She’s right, you can’t” Ashton added “Unless that fly were to hurt her” And once again, he smiled as the two of them blushed red “Fine, I’ll be the villain, what do you want me to do?” 

So they spent the entire evening playing outside. Ashton brought a dark cape and a mock sword, and he also lent Calum one and taught him a few moves as Y/N prepared to give her speech. Soon enough, that dress was covered in mud as she tackled Ashton and rolled down the grass, with Calum laughing so hard he had to sit down, only for the siblings to later jump on him in an unexpected truce. 

It is one of Y/N’s fondest memories. And the only one giving her courage now.

*

There was one last cell to visit. One last cell to convince. One last hope that maybe she has done one thing right by her people.

She didn’t know how long it had been since she breathed anything but humidity and blood. All she knew is that she had to hurry so the soldiers and civilians trapped in the cells until it was time to fight could have a chance to go back to Ashton’s army or their homes. A chance of survival or a chance of freedom, it all seemed the same. And it’s the last thing she could do, or at least that’s what she tells herself. 

By now, she has liberated six cells in total, none of them refused her offer for none of them were willing to fight for their crooked King anyway. She didn’t know how many had reached Ashton already, or if some of them had been caught or betrayed her. But it was a risk that they had to take, all of them. And as time keeps passing by, she can only hope it’ll be alright. 

The clinking of the keys distracted her from her own mind, but her hands still shook as she advanced through the dark, cold hallway. She could hear hushed voices becoming a bit louder as she walked, knowing she was on the right track. 

Yet all the voices got quiet the moment she stepped into view.

“Good morning,” Y/N breathed, nodding slightly as she stood in front of the cell. 

The men didn’t respond. But she would barely call them men as they seemed no older than thirteen. Was her father really going to send children into war? 

“Miss?” Said one brave soldier whose face still resembled the one from infancy “What are you-?”

“I’m going to get you out,” Y/N said, putting her hands to work as she tried to open the lock. 

“Out? Is it time to fight?” Said another boy. 

“No, no fighting,” She said, trying to keep herself from crying at the sound of their broken voices “Not for you,” 

But her words did nothing to soothe the kids who shared scared glances as some of them started to cry. 

“No, my lady!” The first boy cried “Don’t send us back to him!” 

“Back to whom?” 

“To the King!” 

“He’ll kill us! He promised he will!” 

“Let us fight!” Cried the second boy, “We will fight! Just don’t hurt our families, please!” 

Finally, the lock broke. And one of the boys launched himself at her feet, begging.

“Please, please, my lady!” He sobbed “We will do anything he asks for, but please. don’t send us back with him! We know that the ones who do never come back” 

Y/N’s heart shattered as she looked down at the boy. His big, watery, brown eyes reminded her of Calum’s when he was just a kid. When she looked at the other children, she could see the desperation in their eyes and the determination of choosing to die on a battlefield than at the merciless hands of her father, of their King. And, for just a moment, she could see herself reflected on those boys. She could see the same fear she felt at their age, the same uncertainty and resignation of a fate that was both cruel and unfair. Only that back then she had Calum and Ashton for support, and now Luke and Michael. But these kids… who was on their corner? 

With a shake of her head, she leaned down to help the boy stand back on his feet and took a step forward.

“You will not die today,” She said firmly, looking at every single one of them “You have my word, you shall not face danger any longer. Where are your families?” 

“We don’t know,” answered one of the kids, “We haven’t seen them since-“ 

But the silence was the answer. None of them knew how long it had been since they were separated from their homes to fight a war they had no part. 

“You shall go to the woods then,” Y/N said, calmly “You will find an old tree in the middle of it, surrounded by bushes and roses. You will wait there until it is over” 

“But the King-“

“I’ll handle him,” She said, surprised by the steadiness of her voice “He will not hurt any of you, I won’t allow it” 

“And if he hurts you, my lady?”

“He won’t,” She said, she hoped.

“How do you know?” 

Y/N took a breath of courage “My name is Y/N Irwin, Princess of RoseWood and the Kingdom’s youngest Rose. I came here to provide comfort and support for my Kingdom, until my dying days, I’m yours as long as you are mine. And I promise you, here and now, my father won’t hurt my people anymore. Not as long as I’m alive”

*

If Ashton had the choice to do whatever he wanted for the next fifteen minutes, it would’ve been safe to say he would just sit on the grass and allow himself to cry and panic about everything that’s been happening even before his father imprisoned him. 

But he can’t. He doesn’t get the chance to. He might never if he’s being honest. 

A prince does not cry. A prince does not show emotion. A prince should learn to be a king, not a princess. A prince has to lead, always show face, and make decisions that would benefit him. A prince learns to shut up and let the grown-ups speak. A prince knows his place. A prince does not talk back to his father, no matter how wrong he thinks he is. A prince is not a pussy. A prince is not weak. A prince does not get scared. A prince should learn, by the gods, he should learn a thing or two to be worth it of such name and title. And Ashton? That’s all he knows, all he learned. 

Yet things are not that simple. Even with his father’s words resonating inside his head, knowing just how wrong he was, he cannot shake them. He can’t shake what he’s learned or what he’s become because of those words tainted in his brain. 

All those years of silent torture, hiding behind the mask his father created for him at such a young age since that first slap when he cried over his mother’s grave. He’s a product of the intentions of a cruel man; a man who knew nothing about what really means to be a leader or even a father. A man that made him more like him than Ashton would ever admit. 

But a prince does not cry. A prince leads. And, right now, he would wear that mask one more time. Anything to make him pretend he’s as brave as his people think he is. For his kingdom and the crown that’s been promised, and for his family’s sake; he will fight, goddammit, and he will win. By the gods, he will win. 

As he looked at his troops, fighting the tightening in his chest as the early winds caressed his face, he prayed one last time. And if there was at least a god somewhere, they better be listening. 

“Ashton,” Luke called next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder “They are almost here” 

The young king’s voice was steady and hard, a true leader’s command. But Ashton recognized that look in his eyes, asking the question he desperately wanted an answer to as well but wasn’t able to provide it. 

“We won’t get to the palace in time,” Ashton said, “There’s nothing we can do for them but to win here and hope for the best” 

“We are ready when you are. Michael is already giving out the last orders with this change of plans” 

“I swear those two deserve each other,” The prince commented with a humorless chuckle “One more reckless than the other”

“Isn’t that what love is?” Asked Luke “Pure recklessness to save the one you love?” 

That last memory of the forest flashed through Ashton’s mind, maybe if he could be braver… more reckless…

Luke must’ve noticed the change in the prince’s eyes, the hurt and doubt that resided in them. 

“I don’t blame them,” He said “One is willing to do even the craziest thing out of love” 

“Maybe,” said Ashton “I just hope they won’t get into any trouble till we get there” 

“Afraid you’ll miss all the fun?” 

“I’m afraid the fun finds them before we do” He scoffed, settling on his horse “We’ll have to stay and fight until we know the others can hold them off. Then we’ll ride into the palace. If Richard is as cowardly as he proved himself to be, once we get there he would have no other chance but to surrender” 

“And if he doesn’t?” 

But Ashton didn’t answer. He couldn’t. Yet, he knew the answer. They all did. 

Only two options were at hand: Either RoseWood would have a new king, or it’ll be the end of all things as they knew it. Whatever happens, is up to fate to decide which side they are on. But one thing is for certain; tonight the thrones around Ashton’s heart will finally bleed and all that pain and suffering might be worth something in the end. It will all be over one way or another. 

Ashton was about to say something to Luke when the sound of hooves coming from the East alerted them as the dark shadows of the enemy started to come out of the woods and into the field. Ashton’s gaze turned hard as he gave one last nod at Luke who soon got into position next to his army. 

Armies of iron and steel lined up parallel to them, almost surpassing them in size. He almost smiled at that, thinking of his sister who liberated the imprisoned soldiers that now fought by his side. Without them, they would be at a disadvantage in terms of people. 

Both sides just stood there, waiting in silence for their leader’s command. General Chaviet of King Richard’s army was in front of all of them, sitting on his horse with a smirk, looking straight at the prince he once held captive. Ashton paid no mind to him as he scanned the enemy’s lines, looking for the familiar pair of eyes that mimicked his own, and finding nothing but strangely familiar faces looking back at him. The soldiers were right, King Richard was not going to fight the battle, thinking he already won the war. 

But Ashton was more than ready to prove him wrong. All he had to do was wait for them to give the first step and he’ll show them just how not to mess with the monster they’d created. 

He almost smiled as Chaviet raised his sword, falling straight for their trap, and crying out a yell of war, guiding his army into battle. 

Ashton waited till they got close before he yelled “Archers!” 

A thousand arrows fell down the sky like rain, straight into the enemy’s lines before they’d even reached the meadow. They came crashing down into the bodies of the soldiers and the horses, making them fall as the unaware stampede crushed them to the ground before they even realized what they had done. And, once they did, another batch of that unforgiving aim came to flood them once again. 

With a part of their troops already lost and confused by the mayhem, Ashton looked to his left and signaled King Alex’s commander, who led his army with a battle cry as they surprised the enemy by crashing them at the sides instead of the front. Then, he watched as Luke’s calvary took the first position; the army of the Vail making all the legends true of their bravery and savagery in battle as their swords shined crimson in a matter of seconds. 

But Ashton knew this was far from over, this was just the beginning. This was his war and it was time to fight it. 

With one last deep breath, he took his sword from its scabbard and pointed it to the battlefield, lurching himself forward in his horse as the wind cut his face with a silent scream. All his soldiers followed him, ready to fight and die for the rightful King of RoseWood.

And, as Ashton reached the heart of the battle, the point of no return was already crossed.

*

Time ran out a while ago. The palace’s walls never seemed so suffocating before, or at least they never seemed it for Y/N as she ran down the hallways. 

The last group of soldiers was liberated just before they came looking for them. Y/N guided the children out of the dungeons by showing them the way toward the secret staircase and door that led them toward the woods, but it was too late for her to go with them as the guards that came looking for them seemed to be getting closer. 

It was foolish to think that no one would notice how the dungeons that were once filled with innocent people were now empty, especially being so close for them to leave for battle. So when a group of guards yelled out curses at yet another empty cell, she knew she had to stall them long enough for the kids to escape safely. 

She went back into the dungeons, far enough so that the guards won’t be able to see her, but they’ll be able to hear her with the echo of the humid, rotting walls. She grabbed a forgotten manacle that lay on the floor, still covered in someone’s dried blood, and pressed it along the iron bars of the cells. When she heard the guards coming closer to where the children were, she started to run, making the iron clash against one another and creating a sound so horrible and loud it’ll be impossible for the guards to ignore. 

She ran as fast as she could, grabbing random things from the floor and throwing them against the walls and the iron doors. She jumped from hallways to pathways to hallways again, never running down the same path again and avoiding the ones that had no way out. The echo confused the guards who were never sure of where the sound was coming from, running in circles after the ghost the princess created. 

“There she is!” Someone yelled behind her. 

She heard footsteps approaching, but she didn’t dare to look back as she kept on sprinting down the halls and out of the dungeons. The guards were gaining speed behind her. Y/N started to throw things their way; old vases, decorative armor, and busts of family members that she’d never met nor will ever. Anything to slow them down.

But she still had the advantage; this was her home. They didn’t know the castle as she did. They didn’t know how many hidden roses were on the walls nor how many steps to the next door. The Princess used to walk these halls every day, hiding from her tutors and playing with Ashton and Calum to hide and seek. She would sneak around every other night to see her lover in the woods, falling for him harder each night. It was then that Y/N realized that she knew this place by heart. She just had to keep running. But they were coming closer and closer, and-

A scream of surprise escaped her when suddenly something - or rather someone - grabbed her by the arm and pulled her into a dark room, closing the door and quickly silencing her by putting their hand on top of her mouth. 

Y/N could only open her eyes in panic as she reached behind her, trying to scratch this person’s face. Her back was against the person’s chest and their other arm was holding her by rounding her waist, making it impossible for her to fight back properly. She would bite and kick but it was all futile; her muffled screams did nothing to even freak out her captor, immovable as they were. Only a particular kick in the shin made them react. 

“Fucking-!” They hissed but kept their hold. “Honey, I love you and I wouldn’t be telling you this in another situation but could you please shut up!?” 

Her whole body stilled as her eyes, wide and alert, began to fill with unshed tears at the sound of that voice. The voice she thought she might never hear again because of her recklessness and impulsivity. A warm feeling of love ran through her body, but at the same time the same feeling of dread she felt back in the camp. What was he doing there? He shouldn’t be here at all! He should be safe back in the camp, the beverage should’ve lasted more! What-?

Yet, Y/N could barely think straight after a moment because the footsteps suddenly became louder and clearer outside the door. It seemed they'd waited an eternity as the shadows passed running, not a single glance in their direction as they theorized out loud where the intruder could be. 

They waited a second, two, three… until only silence surrounded them. 

A sigh escaped Calum’s lips. Y/N felt how he relaxed, his chest firm against her back but breathing steadily as he softened his grip on her. She stayed there a while longer, just living in the feeling of his beating heart matching with hers as they came down from the adrenaline shot. It seemed to like hers couldn’t calm down, not only from all the running and wondering if she would even escape, but also from the reaction Calum might have when seeing her again.

She pulled away after a while, walking with her back turned toward him as she tried to collect her thoughts. What would she even say? Was it even worth it saying anything at all knowing he might never forgive her? In a way, she hoped he wouldn't forgive her at all. A clear path for him to get away from all this madness and from her, who only brought him trouble since the day she said “I love you” How many people suffered because of it? How much did Calum lose just because she was selfish enough to let him love her? 

Still, there was nowhere to run, nothing more to hide. They were the only ones in that dark room; they and fate who was waiting as the grim reaper to collect yet another broken heart. 

Taking a deep breath filled with courage, Y/N turned around, and it was like facing reality after a big hit of denial. 

Calum was standing there, shoulders slumped and defeated the moment he saw her. His eyes were sad but even in the dark, she could see they held more than just that. The clothes he wore barely had any sort of protection, she’d assumed he barely got time to put anything on before he went looking for her. And for what? she wanted to ask him. Hasn’t she hurt him enough? 

“Cal- I…” She began, but there were no words left in her throat that would give him a sufficient answer, or at least enough to justify the unjustifiable “I-”

“Stop,” He said, shaking his head and closing the distance between them “Just, stop”

His hands were cupping her face before she knew it. Senseless mumbles were quickly silenced by his lips on hers, kissing her as if it were the first time. 

It was almost magical in a sense. How she could melt into his embrace with just a simple touch. They just fit, as if their souls were made out of the same burning fire and cut with the same sword. It was magical how their senses could shut down and expand at the same time, feeling everything yet nothing from the outside world could touch them. It was them, just them. 

The touch of his lips against her own, how he kissed her with all that he had, and how she gave it back, all of her for him. She was fully aware of him; of how his tongue pressed against her bottom lip, going as far as she would let him when she parted them; how his hands were at either side of her waist, holding her close as his fingers found their permanent marks against her skin; how the hairs at the back of his neck would rise with every graze of skin she would give, feeling alive, finally alive after so long. 

Calum pressed his forehead against hers, both of them catching their breath as his hand found hers and brought her up to his chest, over his heart. 

“Do you feel this?” He asked, eyes closed and a shaky voice as he leaned down for another brief kiss “My heart beats for you, every hour of every day, you’re very purpose to keep going. It won’t stop, and it’ll never stop, Y/N. My rose. My wife. It’s yours for as long as you want it and even more than that” 

“Calum-” 

“Kill me, if you must. But do it with your bare hands, your voice, and your touch” His eyes pleaded with her “Don’t keep me away from you, don’t go without me. And if fate ever decides to break up apart all I ask is for me to go first. Let me go first, as selfish as that sounds because I won’t be able to tolerate a life if it doesn’t have you in it” 

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears “How can you say those things? How could you still want me after everything?” 

Calum cupped her cheek, making her look him in the eyes. 

“Because I love you. More than life itself, more than anything. And I don’t know how many times I’ll have to say it for you to believe it, but I’m not going anywhere, my rose. Not now, not ever. So don’t say you’re sorry, because I know your reasons and I forgive them, knowing I would’ve done the same. Don’t say I’ll be better off somewhere else with a new life because it’s not true nor will it ever be. I belong with you, by your side”

“And I with you,” She said, a tear falling from her eye that he quickly caught “I don’t deserve you”

“How many times till you understand that you do?” 

“I’ve hurt you” 

“I can take it,” He said with a smile. She shook her head. 

“I love you-”

“How could that not be enough?” 

“It is. It’s always been” 

“Then let me,” He whispered against her lips “Let me love you,” 

A simple nod said more than a thousand words as Y/N closed the gap between them, bringing Calum closer and kissing him with a taste of salt due to the tears. Calum, on his part, placed his hands on her waist again, walking them back to the wall as the world fades away for a moment. 

“O-Ouch” Y/N complained as her back hit something, not necessarily a wall. Calum pulled away almost immediately.

“Are you okay? Did I-?”

“No, you didn’t” She sighed, rubbing her middle back “I think I hit a doorknob? Something pointy for sure” 

They took a step back, the princess next to the stable lad as they tried to see something in the darkness of the room. They could make the shape of a frame, but the shadows of its content were hidden from sight. 

“Where even are we?” Asked Calum.

“I wish I knew. I’d never entered this part of the castle before. And not because I hadn’t tried, but it was always locked for some reason” 

She looked around the room, trying to find something that could bring some light into the room. A candlestick, for example. But there was no such luck. 

“I thought I saw some light over here,” Calum said, walking with her toward a fine line of light “A window” 

With just one look, they nodded and got to work trying to open the wooden lids that seemed to have been stuck for nearly a decade or more. In the end, after a few minutes of pulling and trying to avoid splinters, the wood finally broke. 

“Is that-?” Y/N asked when she turned around, eyes widening at the sight.

“You?”

They didn’t know what they were expecting, but for sure it wasn’t that. A portrait that was as tall as the room itself, a lady in the middle of it. She was beautiful; smiling kindly at them; her clothes were of the uttermost white, contrasting with the red roses she held in her lap. Her eyes seemed filled with joy and hope, looking at someone behind the artist who was trying to make her laugh. She looked so much like Y/N, that for a second she thought she was looking at herself in the painting.

“No…that’s” She said, choking up as recognition crossed her face “That’s my mum”

Y/N walked over to the portrait, her fingers grazing the fabric as a teary smile drew her features.

“I- I haven’t seen her in so long, I- I was forgetting what she looked like. First, it was her voice, then her touch but- I never meant to forget her completely” 

“You haven’t” Calum chimed in, walking to her and hugging her from behind “You always carried her with you. Remember how you used to tell me all the stories she used to tell you? How you always did a little toast in secret when it was her birthday? You even used her dress… You didn’t forget her. Not in the ways that mattered”

“I wish you could’ve met her” 

“I did. In a way I did. Knowing you and Ashton, I knew the best of her already” He kissed her cheek “She was beautiful” 

“The most beautiful rose in the kingdom, my father used to say” She sighed, looking into her mother’s eyes “Why in the world is she here?” 

“Your father must’ve hid her here, maybe if we look closer we’ll find more of her” 

Y/N sighed sadly, “She doesn’t deserve this. To be locked out as a bad memory” 

“Then we’ll bring her back, my rose. I promise” 

She nodded, but it seemed like she didn’t hear him at all “Could I have a moment, please?” She asked. 

And even though there wasn’t a lot of room there, Calum listened and moved to the window, far enough so that he wouldn’t hear the private words whispered by a daughter to her mother.

“Hi, mummy” Y/N whispered with a little laugh “I- I spent my life missing the memory of you, I didn’t think I’ll be able to miss you this much, we barely even had time to share our love. Ashton did a good job, he taught me everything you taught him. I know he misses you the most and he wouldn’t have done all that he did if he didn’t think it’ll make you proud. 

I tried to as well, to make you proud. But truth is, I don’t know if you would. Would you love me the same? Or would you push me aside as he did? If I’m honest I’d rather not know. But I think I did pretty good for myself, didn’t I mum? I married for love, just like you did. I made friends… I just hope I can keep it all. Does that make me selfish? 

I know dad is hurt, he’s been hurt for a long time. And I wish I could forgive him, but-” She sighed “He needed you. We all did. But we’ll make it right. Ashton will be a great king, we all know he will. And when he wins, we’ll bring you back to where you deserve, next to the roses hidden in the walls you loved so much. I promise you, no one will ever forget Queen Arianna again. Please, mother, give me strength” 

She smiled to herself as she turned back to Calum who was looking through the window, a worried expression on his face. Y/N frowned.

“What’s wrong?” 

“There’s smoke coming from the horizon after the woods” He turned to her “The battle has begun. We need to get out of here” 

*

His uncle always told him that the battlefield smelled like blood, dead, and shit. And as he brings yet another crow down, Michael wishes he never had to know this firsthand. 

The men of the Vail were always ready to fight, always ready for war as if Ares himself had birthed the kingdom and raised it as his own. But peace reigned for so long that all the training seemed useless till now. Oh, how he wished he’d never had to use these skills in battle. Yet, he knew better than anyone that the time might come anyways. He was the King’s first guard, after all, he would lay his life on the line for Luke to have even a slim chance of survival. 

But Luke is nowhere to be found. Luke is in the middle of a battle, angry at Michael and he can’t find him. He’s been looking for more than an hour. Swinging his sword, attacking the enemy back and forth and winning each time, but no sign of his King.

He would be lying if he said that bringing down crows didn’t bring him any type of satisfaction. But every time he’d advance on his search for Luke, another crown would come trying to prove their bravery by fighting the commander of the Vail. Michael would just roll his eyes, and in a matter of a few hits, he’d bring the crow back to their maker. Besides, he noticed his body slowly starting to shut off. 

Michael didn’t take the potion today. Convinced he was going to die today one way or another, he figured that the false strength of Samson in a bottle would do nothing but tire him sooner as it has been doing lately. Still, he can feel the absence of the elixir take a toll; he was limping on his right leg, and it hurt to breathe. And he needed Luke.

Ever since they were children they fought side by side. They’ve trained side by side; they’ve caused trouble side by side; they have been there for each other, through the good and the bad. And if Michael was going to die tonight, he’d do it by Luke’s side, defending his King till his last breath. 

“Motherfucker, where are you?!” He mumbled angrily as he made his way through the battlefield. Avoiding the bodies on the muddy ground and the calls of the crows that were still alive. Nothing else mattered to him, but to find Luke and make sure he was safe in the mass mutiny. 

He didn’t mind what happened earlier that morning when he couldn’t find the leaves. He didn’t mind the shame nor the tears that adorned his face, that was his problem, the one he created for himself and that still believes he shouldn’t apologize for. What he cared about was the man who saw through him with such pain and anger, something he couldn’t shake away no matter how hard he tried. He knows, he hurt him and he wanted nothing more than to make it right before it was too late. 

The look on Luke’s face was haunting him, and the silence that followed throughout the day was nothing but damaging to his already lost soul. He knew he’d be better off, sparing him from the view of his living corpse. But the selfish want in his heart only begged him to find his lover, just one last time to make sure he’d be fine. 

“Luke!” He’d call carelessly, not minding at all the enemies that his voice might attract. There was one thing on his mind and he would get through everything to see him again “Luke!” 

Yet no one answered. 

So he wandered. He wandered for what felt like forever, looking over his shoulder and passing the trees. He saw Ashton’s mighty sword striking down the enemy, a gaze filled with rage as he crossed the hearts of the ones that were against him in battle. He saw good men die as a crow with much more force won them over and claimed their lives. He counted one, two, three… more bodies coming down. And, as horrible as it might sound, a breath of relief escaped him when the faces of the fallen looked nothing like his King. 

It was when his hopes were at his lowest and the thunder above at the loudest when he found him, much later. 

The King of the Vail, as valiant as always, stood at the top of one of the lowest hills the terrain had to offer. The armor at his chest shone against the first drops of drizzle that came from the sky, showing proudly the sigil of his kingdom. He held the sword with both hands, bloody, dirty, and bruised, clenching his teeth as he swung at the man with dark armor, making him lose his knife and fall to his knees. Luke wasted no time, for he learned the bad way, that's something one barely has, and sunk his blade to the man’s side, pushing the body away with his foot and letting it roll down the hill. 

Only then could Michael get a good look at him. 

Luke’s blond curls were sticking to his forehead due to a mix of sweat and the drizzle. He had a cut on his cheek, one that was not deep but still let out a lot of blood. he was breathing heavily, taking a moment to catch his breath again, and closed his eyes, when he opened them, his baby blues were tired, yet alert, seemingly looking for something or someone until they laid on Michael’s green eyes. 

A ghost of his lover’s name seemed to have passed his lips before he turned around, just in time to block another’s sword that was about to strike him from the back. Michael wasted no time running up that hill. Running through the pain and through the hard breaths, anything to get to his King faster. 

He saw through his tear and rain-tinted lashes as the fight ensued, Luke, launching strike after strike. Strained groans were being pulled out of his throat as the enemy relentlessly tried to make him fall, failing each time. For one might strike a King, Michael thought, but they will never see him fall. 

Michael reached the top in the nick of time, immediately sliding next to Luke, putting himself in the middle, and striking the crow across the stomach. Splatters of blood painted his face with droplets of crimson as he tried to catch his breath, pushing the crow to the ground and watching as their chest stopped moving. 

A hand appeared next to him, open and offering as he took it. The touch was as familiar as the face looking back at him. Baby blue eyes staring with love and pain, relief and worry. The war around them seemed to fade away for a moment, just a moment enough for them to say what hasn’t been said.

“Luke…” Whispered Michael. 

The young king tilted his head to the side, pressing his lips on a thin line as he shook his head. He pulled Michael in, crashing their lips in a forceful, passionate kiss in the middle of the battlefield, standing on top of a hill as chaos reigned under them. Luke cupped Michael’s cheek, swallowing the gasps of surprise the older man let escape before melting into the kiss. Nothing else mattered, not to them and not now. 

For a second Michael thought his knees might give out. And it wasn’t until he felt the hard ground under him that he realized they did. 

“Michael!” Luke cried in surprise, trying to pull him back up but he was too heavy. “Love, what happened?” 

“I- I,” Gasped Michael, trying to find enough strength to stand on his own. 

An excruciating pain ran through his body, making him groan out what should’ve been a full-on cry. 

“Have you taken the medicine today?” 

Michael didn’t answer. Luke became frantic. 

“I’m sorry, my King” 

“Fuck, Michael! Don’t you see?!” Luke cried “You can break, throw yourself away, leave it all behind. But you are breaking us both! If what I’m asking is too selfish by asking you to be selfless, then so be it. But don’t leave me!” 

“Luke-” 

“Please! Let us go to the castle, find the cure!” 

“I don’t think I’ll make it” Michael gasped, looking with teary green eyes at the man trying to hold it all together, even when the world around him was falling apart “Luke, I’m sorry. I- I love-”

“We’ll find a way,” Luke said “We’ll find a way where you would tell me that again, standing in front of the stars and promising the future and more, a life together. Because I swear to every god, Michael, if you die I swear I’ll follow you” 

Immediately, Luke pulled Michael’s uncursed arm over his shoulder and dragged him with difficulty across the hill. 

“Fight, one last time” Pleaded Luke through gritted teeth “That’s all I ask. Let us go to the palace, reach fate there” 

Michael tried helping him, giving lazy steps filled with pain “If my King commands it,” He tried to joke, pulling a sneaky laugh out of his king. 

“You fucking better believe your king commands it,” He said, looking at him “Because he won’t survive if you don’t” 

Fondness filled the knight’s eyes “Take me home, Luke” 

“I will.” He promised “I’ll always take you home” 

*

After seeing a lot of blood - mostly from his body pooling on some dirty floor in the dungeons - Ashton is not even faced with it as he slashes the throat of one of the crows that kept him prisoner. He remembered all of them.

“This is for the cut between each finger,” He thought as we fought them one by one “This is for the slaps. The punches. The lashes with the whip. One, two, three.”

It was never ending; the fighting, the pain… It never went away. He still carried them with him wherever he went, at all times. Flesh reminders of what death felt like. And a painful reminder of what death was. 

His body was still weak, but by god did he fight. More out of vengeance or by sheer determination to get the throne, he didn’t know anymore. His list of enemies grew infinite, even when most of them were falling like flies on the battlefield. He had Y/N to thank for that, he knew that if it weren’t for his sister, they would’ve been outnumbered. 

Ashton couldn’t help but smile as his sword hit another, blocking the attack and quickly getting over with them, thinking about how much greater he is than his father. Wishing he would be there to see it for himself. Even with all the pain he inflicted, he still wished he could make his father proud, and then kill him with his bare hands.

“Look, father” He would say to him “Look how they all came to me, to help me. Not you. I am their King. Your son. Your worthless, weak, pitiful son has achieved something you would never do” 

He would be such a better king than his father ever was. He was sure of that. The people, his people believed in him, even going to war for him and what they believed in. Ashton won’t fail them. Ashton won’t fail him. 

But with every coin comes two sides, and he knows that his father’s madness might come to play, sneaking its way and mixing with his emotions and judgment, willing to destroy anything that comes his way. But now, he welcomes it. He needs it. He won’t be a mad king like his father, oh no, but he will be worse to protect the ones he loves. 

He has to be worse.

His chest rose and fell as he watched yet another body hit the ground. But he wasn’t tired, not at all. Excitement ran through his veins, adrenaline enlarging his pupils as the ghost of a smile crossed his lips, wondering: Who’s next? 

“IRWIN!” Someone was shouting across the battlefield. 

Ashton turned, squinting his eyes to see clearly despite the rain that started to pick up. Across, at about a hundred-meter distance, Captain Hugo Chaviet stood. Dirty, tired, angry… He had his eyes set on the prince, ready to kill. 

Everything went away as Ashton stared at the man responsible for many of his disgraces. His father’s right-hand man. The one that helped take everything from him. And now, he was challenging him, personally. 

The sword spun in his hands, eyes set on his target as Ashton trodden toward the Captain. Memories of countless tortures passed through his mind; the nights when he would end up chained to the walls as his body kept being abused by all the men who had just wanted a little bit of fun; the sound of the whip followed by the dry, raspy laughter; the fear the crow's captain gave to everyone who dared go against him, not scared to torture innocent and making them work until their literal deaths. He wondered if he was the last face Rian saw before the attack. He wondered if he was there if he did it. 

But thoughts don’t matter for the already decided fates. Thoughts and prayers do nothing for the already dead. 

What matters is one thing: Ashton would make sure he would be the last face Chaviet would ever see, even if that vengeance takes them both.

Their swords met before they did. Clashing in the middle, sending a vibration through their arms that only served to spike up the hatred among them as they danced. A beautiful performance from two skilled fighters who have nothing left to lose for they lost everything to one another. Ashton lost his mind, and his heart; and Chaviet is losing the war, the only thing that made him redeemable in the King’s eyes.

Ashton took a step back while Chaviet took one forward, going straight for the heart. Yet Ashton managed to turn, spin and defend himself against the attack. Swinging his sword with the talent of a thousand swordsmen; aiming for the leg, the arms, the chest, the neck, and the leg again. Confusing his opponent, tiring him as the rain fell like knives upon them. 

“Is this all you got, old man?” Asked Ashton with a sly smile. 

Chaviet’s eyes opened wide, almost in recognition, or remembrance. The smile was quickly replaced with a grunt. Ashton pushed the crow, making him tumble backward, but he still held on.

“I said, is this all you got?!” Ashton yelled, going back at it again “Is this what you wanted to see?! Is this the King you hoped for?!” 

Chaviet couldn’t respond, trying to defend himself from the prince’s sword that seemed possessed with a strong spell. Blocking each move and hoping he’d be fast enough to block the next one.

He didn’t notice when his sword was kicked out of his hands.

“You served a mad king and you’ll die at the hands of another” Ashton said with sufficiency as he looked down at the broken sword laying beside them.

“Please,” Chaviet begged, falling to his knees “Mercy…” 

Ashton grabbed him by the collar and pulled him closer.

“Is that what Rian said when you killed him?” 

The point of his sword was already pressing against the crow’s chest, it was just a matter of a little push to end it all.

“Long live the fucking King” Ashton sunk the sword into the heart of the captain. 

If seeing how dull the eyes of Hugo Chaviet became, or the thin line of blood dripping from his lips, would bring any satisfaction to Ashton, then that failed. When he pulled the sword out of the dead man’s body and let it fall with a thundering thud, Ashton realized he felt nothing. 

He didn’t regret it, not one bit. But deep down he knew that this wasn’t over. Killing him won’t change what’s done; it can’t bring back the dead or heal the scars that the past left. Ashton knew it meant something, he only wished it could mean more to him. Bring back that piece of him that died long ago, the one that made him a person he barely remembered. 

A deep breath escaped his lips as he tilted his head toward the sky, letting the rain wash him of all the blood, of all his sins. The droplets caressed his face, but he found no comfort in the break that the rain allowed. The war was not over, not yet. 

“Ashton!” Another voice called for him, but there was no threat to it, no. It was desperation.

The prince turned around toward the sound, his unamused face soon turned to worry as he saw the King of the Vail riding toward him with a seemingly injured Michael laying horizontally in front of him in the saddle. Next to them, King Alex also appeared on his horse, panting heavily.

“What happened?” Ashton yelled as he ran toward them, meeting them in the middle “Michael…” 

The knight tried to smile to reassure the worried prince, but it was more a mock of pain that crossed his face. 

“We need your help,” Luke begged, “We need to get to the castle, to the infirmary! Ash… He doesn’t have much time”

Ashton nodded, feeling conflicted as to what to do, looking around on the battlefield where weirdly no one seemed to be noticing them. 

King Alex seemed to have read his mind “We’re doing fine,” He said “We can hold them off and defeat them easily. Seems like they underestimated their prince and princess” 

“They haven’t arrived yet?” 

“No one has seen them,” 

“We can look for them in the palace,” Luke added, looking seriously at Ashton “It’s time, Ash” 

King Alex stepped off his horse and gave the reins to Ashton, “We got this, your Majesty” 

Ashton nodded and hopped on the horse, giving one last look at the fight before he followed the men of the Vail toward his home. Toward the end. 

*

“Where to?!” Asked Calum as they walked, going faster with every step and stopping at every corner, making sure the coast was clear. 

With some of the guards looking for them, Calum and Y/N ought to be very cautious while trying to find a way out of the palace, knowing that the known entrances would be impossible to go through. 

“I don’t know!” Answered the Princess next to him.

“You don’t know?!” 

“Well, I don’t know Calum! I’m not going to stop and ask for directions, am I now?” 

“You live here!” 

“And all the ways I had to sneak out of the palace are completely- Wait!” Y/N said, stopping completely and making Calum stumble at the sudden reaction.

She turned around with a wide smile, “The library!” She said. 

“What about it?” 

“There are maps of the castle,” She continued “My tutors never let me see them, too afraid of me running away someday if I ever knew about the secret entrances and pathways. But they must still be there! Father couldn’t be bothered to throw them out, I don’t think- No, Calum, we have to at least try and look for them!” 

Calum stood there, an unreadable look on his face. 

“What?” 

“Darling, I love you,” He said, “But wouldn’t you think, I don’t know, convenient for you to have mentioned that earlier?” 

She rolled her eyes “Well, my dear, in between all the running for our lives and hiding, the literal war that has broken out just a few miles over, and the crazy monarch that happens to be my father, I must’ve forgotten” 

Calum pressed his lips in a thin line and nodded “Message received. Now, where was the library?” 

In a matter of minutes and going up two sets of stairs, they entered the deserted library. Piles of books covered in dust welcomed them as they opened the windows with care, trying not to make a sound in case the guards decided to look on that floor. 

They separated to cover more ground, Y/N started at the left while Calum went to the right, skimming through the shelves hoping to find some type of leather folder that contained the maps that would lead them to the woods again. 

“I haven’t been here in years” Calum commented, opening and closing a book after reading the title “And it seems like no one has in at least a decade” 

“I hated this place,” Y/N said, a smile clear in her voice “Well, I used to love it when I was a child. But then my father decided I should be locked up here for hours learning about “how to be a lady” and all fun was sucked out of this place. I’m not surprised he forgot about it once we were gone” 

“Remember when you would sneak me in here?” He walked over to her, standing behind her as he checked the top shelves “You would recruit me to find inspiration for your stories” 

“Our stories” Y/N laughed, looking up at him “I needed a second opinion. And since Ash started to get busier, I figured you would do just fine” 

Calum pinched her side, making her laugh and squirm out of his touch. He placed a kiss on her cheek. 

“Funny how we wanted to be here and now we are looking to escape” She sighed.

“But we’ll be back,” Calum reassured her, comfortingly rubbing his hands on her arm. “I promised you we will when we are free. We’ll travel the world and come back whenever you’re ready, my rose.”

“I know, but I-” She stopped suddenly when her eyes read the title of a book. Without a word she walked over to one of the tables, carefully placing the book and skimming through the pages “Calum, come look at this!” 

“Did you find the map?” 

“No, but look!” A smile plastered itself on her lips “It’s the book of Maesters! Throughout the years, all maesters were required to write in this book each time they made a discovery, poison, cure… It contains years of information about medicine and surgery we barely know!”

Calum smiled “And if there are years of wisdom in poisons…”

“The antidotes should be there! Oh, Cal! Michael’s cure is surely here somewhere, we have to take it” 

“You look for the antidote, I’ll keep looking for the map” 

*

The horses stopped at the entrance of the castle. The men didn’t command them to, it was as if they knew something terrible might happen. 

Ashton looked over at Luke who was looking at the fortress with hatred and determination. Michael, who found enough strength to sit up, let out a breath of resignation.

“We’re here,” He said, attempting to break the tension. 

They imagined they would storm into the castle with their horses, demand the cure and the crown, and get over with it as quickly as possible. But it was as if the moment became bigger than them, and a sudden fear struck their bones. 

Ashton was the first one off the horse, a hand already on the handle of his sword“C’mon,” 

Luke followed suit, helping Michael off and wincing when the night insisted he could walk.

“I’m alright, Luke,” He said with a smile, “It was a moment’s weakness that’s all” 

“A moment’s weakness can cost you your life,”

“Or save it if we don’t hurry” He nudged Luke’s shoulder, following Ashton.

“You know,” Luke sighed, catching up to him “You used to be the serious one in this relationship” 

Michael laughed “I got one foot in hell, my King, the least I can do is make the trip enjoyable” 

Luke was about to make a rebuttal but quickly got quiet when he noticed Ashton standing still in the middle of the hall.  

The air around them was eerily silent. Something was wrong, they could all feel it. In an instant, the three of them drew their swords as they stood in position.

“Ash?” Asked Michael “What happened? What’s going on?” 

“Can’t you hear it?” The prince asked back, looking over the staircase that welcomed them “Listen,” 

It was faint, almost inaudible, but it was there. The sound of iron footsteps coming their way. Then, from the east and the west, soldiers all dressed in armor stood in front of them, swords drawn and helmets facing them. 

No one said a word as the three men got surrounded. They were outnumbered, that’s for sure. But they never quiver. In fact, one could almost see the ghost of a smile hidden somewhere. 

Michael scoffed “How many do you reckon?” He asked Ashton. The prince shrugged.

“Forty, maybe fifty men” 

“A playdate, then,” Said Luke, holding onto his sword with a better grip and cracking the bones of his neck. 

“This is the fun I was talking about,” Ashton smirked before trodding toward the soldiers with Michael and Luke following close behind.

*

Calum stopped abruptly, making Y/N bump against his shoulder, almost dropping the book she was holding. “What’s going on?” she asked, putting all her senses on high alert in case something or someone was coming. 

They left the library not too long ago, being successful in finding the right map and the book they needed to save Michael’s life. For the first time in a long while, things were starting to look up for them. Well, until Calum had that dark look in his eyes. 

“I don’t know,” Calum answered, somberly “It seems- Can’t you hear it? Sounds like fighting,” 

It could be a possibility, of course, the castle was big enough so that a battle couldn’t be heard from the inside of its thick walls, not if they were to happen at the other side of the castle at least. 

“You don’t think they’ve stormed the castle, do you?” Y/N asked, wondering if her brother could ever be as reckless. But then again, blood is thicker than water, and look where that recklessness took her. 

“They don’t have any reason to,” Calum assured her “The fight is way beyond the woods, there’s nothing to gain here except reclaiming the crown once this is all over” 

Still, the princess noticed the doubtful eyes of her husband and the way his lips twitched in what seemed to be an unsaid request. 

“What’s the matter, then?” She asked, carefully.

Calum turned to her, clouded eyes of indecision searching through her soul. 

“What if we go out there and everything is lost?” 

“Cal,”

“What if it’s a trap? Y/N I nearly lost you too many times already, I’m not about to let that happen again” 

The princess opened her mouth to answer, to say anything to change his mind or to remind him that she was the one that made the choice to come here in the first place. But the look in the stable lad’s eyes was more than enough to make her question her thoughts. 

She has seen the pain in those brown eyes way too many times in such a short amount of time, she never wanted to see that kind of pain hidden there again. She knew he had a good reason to worry, he had every right. No amount of words could ever convince him otherwise, not now at least, not until it is all over. 

“We can’t stay here forever, Calum,” She said, cuddling his face. 

“I know,” Calum sighed “But, at least indulge me in staying somewhere safe while I go make sure there’s a clear path for us to go through the castle. I need to know you’re safe, Y/N. I need you” 

“Can’t I go with you?” 

“If there’s any danger I would rather you stay safe in a place you know rather than come with me to face the unknown without any type of weapon,” He said, kissing her forehead “Go into that room, you know which one it is? Good. I’ll be back soon, my rose, I promise.”

“You better make good on that promise,” She told him, holding onto the book tightly “I need you, too, Cal. More than you know” 

He smiled at her, bringing their lips closer for a small, lingering kiss. With one last breath, Calum pressed his forehead against hers, saying a small prayer for her before he went down the hall. Y/N watched him disappear around the corner, a small sigh denoting her worry as she turned to the wood and gold doors. 

The last time she stepped foot into the throne room she had done so by a hidden door behind the curtains. She remembers the room feeling claustrophobic as she watched how hundreds of people stood in front of her father, watching him sentencing the love of her life to the gallows after nearly beating him to death for trying to save her. 

The anxious beating of her heart back then could mirror the one she was feeling right now as she glanced nervously at the dark ambiance of the room. Feeling nothing but a bad kind of excitement running through her veins. 

At the other side of the room stood the solitary throne her father, King Richard, used to sit with such entitlement and pride. The old, empty chair brought nothing but bad memories to the princess. The image of her father, smirking cruelly at her, was still fresh in her mind. All those years of abuse were not easy to forget nor will ever be completely erased from her skin and her heart. The remainder of a father that was never someone she could love, but someone she should fear. 

With a deep breath, she walked over to the throne that she knew would soon belong to her brother, the rightful heir. How many people have died to keep the peace? Could any amount of blood be enough to wash the sins of the king who’s gone mad with power after losing the love of his life? When will it be enough? 

Up close to the throne does not seem that intimidating. At a closer glance, she could notice for the first time the emblem of the kingdom engraved on the headset, always covered by the crown of someone undignified. It was weird… Underwhelming, even, to be so close to the main point of power and not be able to feel it. What was it all about then? 

The velvet cushion on the armrest did not tingle her fingertips nor did it spark anything in her. Could it be that the throne of her kingdom was rejecting her as a princess? Or was the fact that she learned not to fear it had something to do with it? Without her father there, the throne was just a chair. A chair that did not belong to anyone but to RoseWood itself. And to whoever was willing to serve it. 

The simple thought of it almost made her laugh. She believed it would’ve made Calum laugh, too, if he had been there with her. Yet, as soon as that thought crossed her mind, the sound of the wooden doors opening graced her ears, making her smile for her husband had returned for her. 

However, it was not Calum’s voice the one that spoke into the room.

“What have I told you about touching what doesn’t belong to you?” 

Familiar shivers ran down her spine as she turned around, frozen in place as she came face to face with the man she once thought could call father instead of the monster he was. He was just standing there, dressed as if he were to attend the kingdom’s next gala, not even trying to hide the winning smirk on his face as he looked down at her with sufficiency. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked, surprised to see her voice did not crack under fear. 

“Now, that’s no way to say hello to your father, is it?” 

“Father?” Y/N asked in a whisper, holding on to the head of the chair, looking for comfort or strength, she didn’t know yet “A coward is all I see. If you were so much of a King, you should be fighting alongside your people, not hiding in your palace like some sort of-” 

“A king protects what’s his!” Richard shouted over her voice, silencing her completely. Y/N hated the way she instinctively retracted, looking down like a scared child.

But she wasn’t a scared child anymore. He kept screaming. Yelling at her about how it was his right to be there. Yet she couldn’t listen to any of it. She didn’t have to. 

For the first time in years, Y/N managed to look back at her father in the middle of his outburst. She felt the velvet underneath her fingerprints and the book pressed against her chest; looked at the walls that surrounded them, how big they seemed and how they echoed his every word but not their meaning; she breathed the scent of iron and smoke that came from the window, reminding her of what was at stake, of the lives that were at risk whilst he kept yelling at someone who stopped listening to a long time ago. 

And then, she looked back at him. Her father. And she realized that she did not have any memories of the man that he once was, the man that she made herself believe one day loved her enough to call her his daughter. And he looked so small from where she was standing. 

His face was red; eyes completely unfocused as his rage kept on growing; the veins on his neck popped with every word. It was a sad view. And Y/N understood she had nothing to fear, not anymore. A sad man had no power over a princess. A sad man had no power at all. 

“This is my kingdom. MY REALM!” 

“You don’t deserve it!” She yelled back, taking a moment to relish the stunt face of her father, and her moment of bravery before continuing “You don’t deserve any of it! If it’s your kingdom, what have you done for it? The streets are destroyed, houses burned to the ground, and schools became graveyards! People are dying at your door, fleeing when they think RoseWood can offer them nothing but death and desolation. Families are being torn apart and pitted against one another and or what? Just for some of them to have the bare chance to survive a world that’s already doomed under your rule? Is that what you offer? Is that your realm?” 

She spoke calmly, taking a step closer to him and looking into her father’s eyes without any shame, looking for any kind of guilt. But all she could find was rage. 

“You are no King. And you are most certainly not a father either” She said, without a hint of grudge in her voice, only truth “If you could not care for your children, for your own blood. How could you expect to care for an entire kingdom?” The King’s semblance turned somber “You sent Ashton to plant your corrupt crows all over the map since he was sixteen. Crows that killed people, father. Kings and queens among them. You sent him to the dungeons and tortured him beyond measure, not caring if he would even survive it!”

“A traitor!”

“YOUR SON!” 

They were closer now, not enough so that they would touch but close enough for her to notice the beads of sweat that ran from his hairline to his forehead. She had not dared to come this far ever, not at her own will. But all those years of silence were begging her to finally be heard.

Y/N let out a chuckle “I cannot even bring myself to ask about me. To think that I find Ashton’s punishment more shocking than my own says a lot about what you’ve put me through. I always thought you hated me, but you spared Ashton because he was your heir. And I always found that fair, thinking that, somehow, one day you would spare me when you realize I was your daughter as well. But that was never the case, was it?” She asked, “It was never me or him. It was never us. It was only you and what was convenient for you at the time. Ashton as your pawn and I as your punching bag” 

King Richard had the decency to look down as Y/N finished her monologue. The Princess felt as if a weight had been lifted from her chest, finally confronting her father, her abuser with the words she felt she would never be brave enough to even mutter. 

But the feeling of satisfaction didn’t last long as a low, cruel laugh started forming from her father's chest, erupting in what Y/N feared to be the most terrifying sound she’s heard. Richard shook his head slightly as he looked up at her, a malicious glint in his eyes. 

“You got something wrong there, my dear,” He said, smiling. 

“What?” 

“I did not ever hate you” He took a step closer to her, extending his arm so that his gloved hand could caress the side of her face, even when she flinched from his touch “To hate,” He said, slowly “Would imply to have ever felt anything toward you at all” 

Everything that happened next seemed to happen in a blur. 

In less than a second, the sound of a bang exploded through the princess’ ears as the doors opened wide. At the same time, a hand came to her neck, clinging to the back of it before grabbing her arm and twisting it behind her back, immobilizing her completely. But before she could scream, the hand behind her neck disappeared. However, the freedom didn’t last long as a sharp pain soon came to the side of her throat. 

“Not a step closer!” She heard her father yell, close to her ear.

When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the panicked look in Calum’s eyes looking back at her as he stopped in his tracks. He was sweating profusely, bleeding from a cut on his arm, and there was a bruise forming on his forehead. His sword was drawn, pointed right at her, or more accurately, at the person behind her. His body was shaking, out of fear or out of exhaustion, she didn’t know.

“Let her go!” Y/N heard, but it wasn’t Calum that spoke. And it wasn’t until her father forcefully pulled her back did she see them all standing there. 

Ashton was standing next to Calum, with a sword drawn and pointed as well, ready to attack at any given moment. A deep cut bleeding from his brow. His armor was torn apart at the top, only the arms were still covered and the chest only had his black shirt to protect it. His eyes were red, tired, but determined looking at Y/N with unsaid apologies that she did not need to take. 

Luke was standing next to them, looking completely defeated as he tried to catch his breath. He had cut the leg in which he was trying to hold his weight together, and the hand in which he was holding the sword was trembling. His blue eyes shined with tears as his lips trembled to try to hide hisses of pain. 

And beside him, hanging seemingly lifelessly from his shoulder. 

“Michael?” 

There was no response, no reaction. His long, blond hair was messy, and bloody, covering his face as he looked at the floor. There was no way of telling if he was even conscious. He had an arm wrapped around Luke’s shoulders, but it was Luke’s arm that was holding him upright, almost dragging him. 

Y/N’s eyes filled with tears as she looked desperately at the King of the Vail, “Luke?”

The young king avoided her gaze as he shook his head and held his sword tightly. Swallowing the lump in his throat. 

Y/N felt her father grumble up a laugh as he tightened the grip on her arm, the knife against her throat was still cold upon her skin. But she had to tell them. She knew the book had escaped her grip at some point during the madness, but if they could grab it…

“Luke-” She said, choking when the knife pressed a little harder “The book. Take it” 

Calum’s eyes widened, looking from his wife to the discarded book on the floor, mere feet away from the young king’s reach. 

“Luke,” He said, carefully taking a step closer between Y/N and the book, in case Richard tried anything “The book has the antidote for Michael. Take it and get him out of here” 

“But-” Luke’s shaky voice tried to object.

“We got this,” Ashton said, never taking his eyes away from his father. “Go take care of your family, we’ll take care of ours” 

Calum got close enough to the book and kicked it in Luke’s direction. The young King dropped his sword in an instant and grabbed the book. He gave one last longing look to the princess, but there was no more time to lose. It was in the gods’ hands now. 

*

The walls in the castle seemed to suffocate him as he ran as fast as he could, even with a limp and the weight of Michael on top of him, Luke could’ve been flying for all he knew. 

He knew he shouldn’t have let him fight, but being stubborn was part of Michael’s charm, and may the gods forbid anyone from preventing him from participating in a battle, especially one where his king was fighting alongside him. Still, an army against three - that soon became four when somehow Calum appeared to help - even when they were the most skilled warriors, was still an unfair play. 

“We’re almost there,” He groaned in a whisper, in prayer, almost. To the gods, to his lover, to anyone that could listen. Anyone that could help them. 

Luke shouldn’t have let him out of his sight, not in his state. He knew Michael could barely walk when they reached the palace. But a false sense of hope filled his soul at seeing him draw his sword, almighty and powerful, like one of those tragic heroes before their epic battle. Michael looked like a god, and for a second, Luke forgot to remember how fragile his beauty could be. 

The image of his lover still on the ground haunts him. How the world seemed to stop as his eyes searched for him through the battle. Ashton and Calum were fighting against two, maybe even three times their weight in soldiers, but they were striking them down like it was nothing. Luke had just defeated the last archer, breathing for just a second when he realized Michael was no longer by his side. 

He looked around frantically, his heart beating at the pace of a thousand horses as his ears rang from a hit he took on the head not too long ago. He could not find his Michael anywhere. 

“Luke!” He heard someone call behind him, maybe Ashton or Calum. He couldn’t remember, nor did he care. 

Because when he turned around, he felt as if his heart would break into a million pieces. For there, there was Michael, leaning against a pillar, bleeding. He lifted his head long enough for Luke to recognize the agony in those green eyes before they shut down in pain, letting his legs give in to the exhaustion and fall to the ground. 

Luke shouted his name, but no sound came to his ears. He started to move, to run, but everything seemed to go in slow motion, never quite reaching him. Was he hurt? Was it the poison? He didn’t know! He couldn’t! All he knew was that he had to get to him before someone else did. But nothing could be that easy.

The fight kept on going and there were many soldiers to cut through before any of them could get to Michael. By then, the general of the Vail was bleeding from the head and had various bruises from stomps given by other soldiers, whether they were intentional or not if they thought he was already dead, no one knew. But there wasn’t time for tears as Luke picked him up and followed the others through the halls. And he hasn’t stopped running since then.

Opening every door with a kick, cursing to the old gods and the new, Luke would not stop until he could find the infirmary or at least someone who could help. He knew Michael was not dead, not yet. He couldn’t be. And if the book Y/N gave them contained the cure, by the gods they would find it. 

He’s not going to lose the love of his life today. He won’t. 

And if it’s too late, he will make sure he’ll follows him as well. 

“For fuck’s sake!” He yelled after kicking open the tenth door and found it empty except for just a bed.

His hope was fleeting. The tears were already falling freely down his cheeks, hot and mixed with sweat and blood. He let out a scream, shattering his heart and throat. His legs started to give, he couldn’t- 

“Luke,” Michael murmured against his ear, sending shivers down the young king’s spine “You’re tired,” 

The blond tried to speak, but only a broken gasp could escape his lips as his legs trembled in exhaustion. He shut his eyes tightly, swallowing the lump in his throat that threatened to tear it apart. He shook his head. 

“‘M not,” He answered, kidding himself and hoping he could fool Michael as well “I-I’m trying to find the infirmary. Last time we were here, it was- it was somewhere around-”

But as he looked to the empty hallway, to all the doors that were still left unopened and all the doors that were no answer before. Did he know where he was going? Was there a way out?

“My King…” Michael said, followed by a series of coughs that shook his entire body, worrying Luke.

“Shh, shh” He tried to calm the soldier, or himself, it didn’t matter at this point. 

He put the book under his arm and with his free hand managed to gently caress the underside of Michael’s cheek, trying to bring some sort of comfort as the coughing stopped. But as he retreated the hand and found droplets of blood, he knew that there wasn’t any time left. 

Feeling as if his heart might’ve grown ten times heavier, Luke was thankful Michael could not see the tears that started to fall from his eyes as he looked down in defeat.

“Come,” He said, quietly. Softly moving them into the room and helping Michael lay down on the single bed that adorned the room. 

Michael did so without complaint, sighing softly as his head hit the pillow. His white complexion contrasted against the red of the blood; his lips once so plump were now drained of color, chapped and dry, parted in silent prayer. His hair was matted to his forehead; his arms folded upon his chest, almost as if he was cold and he was shielding himself from a winter that caught him unprepared. His eyes did not change, though, they were still as green as the ocean shore back in The Vail; the best memory of home Luke had so many miles away. 

Michael managed to smile as he blinked up at his king, “You’re staring,” He said, breathlessly. Luke couldn’t help but chuckle, quickly kneeling up beside the bed.

“You’re beautiful,” He confessed, blue eyes filled with tears staring intensely into his green ones. His calloused hands found Michael’s and he held them close to his face, kissing them closely “I’m so, so lucky”

Michael frowned, lifting a shaky hand and passing his fingers through Luke’s curls. Luke leaned into the touch.

“Are you hurt?” He asked hoarsely. 

Luke shook his head. 

“Don’t lie,” Michael pleaded, “Not now, not to me” 

“It won’t matter soon enough. Nothing will” 

“Luke,” The young king shook his head, Michael smiled, “Luke, it’s alright”

“No,” He simply said, lips trembling and forming a pout Michael desperately wanted to kiss. Luke refused to look at him as he shook his head “No!” 

“Look at me. Luke, please.” There was nothing but calmness in his tone, something that ought Luke to obey him, trying his hardest not to break once he did and Michael smiled at him “It’s alright. We did what we could. You did all you could” 

“I- I could've done more!” Luke cried, hiding his face in Michael’s shoulders, holding onto his hand as if life depended on it “I could’ve come sooner! I- I could’ve sent someone had I’ve known- had- I would’ve- Michael, we could’ve had more time!” 

Michael shook his head “All the years, all the months, all the days, minutes, and seconds I spent with you were the best ones of my life and I loved you in every single one of them. I wouldn’t change them for the world nor make them start over. And even if life would allow me, I’d still feel blessed to die like this, with you by my side” 

Luke broke down, crying “I’m sorry” over and over again as his tears soaked the clothes of his lover. Finally allowing himself to feel what he was so afraid of.

“There’s nothing to forgive as long as you continue to live, my king” 

“I don’t know how- Without you… Michael, I love you,” 

“And I you, that’s why I beg of you, Luke. Don’t let me be the end of you. Don’t let someone you love destroy you like this, don’t make me that memory” 

“How is it fair that I’ll get to love you for the rest of my life when you’re not here with me?” 

“As fair as the moon and the sun could never meet, my love,” Michael said, tightening his grip on Luke’s hand “But they had a beautiful eclipse” 

Luke leaned forward, capturing his lips with Michael’s. The salt of the tears reminded them of the salty air of the Vail, of those breezy nights where they would spend hours looking at the stars, locked in each other's arms as the hours passed by. Nothing mattered at that moment, and nothing else mattered now, just them, saying goodbye one last time. 

“Oh my!” 

The two men separated, Luke immediately went for Michael’s dagger which was still tied up to his buckle, and stood ready to defend Michael from any attacker. But he found no one standing at the door, instead, he found a figure crouching on the floor, trembling. 

“STAND!” He demanded. 

The stranger did, shaking with fear. Luke’s shoulders relaxed a little. That was not a man, that was a boy. 

“Mercy! Mercy, please, my lord!” The boy said with a crack in his voice, Luke figured he could not be older than fifteen. 

“Who are you?” He asked, taking a step closer to Michael, checking up on him with a glance “What are you doing here?” 

“M-my name is Lance, my Lord! I’m an apprentice, just a student of maester-”

“Maester?!”

Luke took one last glance at Michael, who nodded slightly. One last chance, one last opportunity. 

In a second, Luke put down the dagger and grabbed the book, taking a step closer to the young lad.

“Lance, my name is Luke. The one on the bed is my friend Michael, he’s sick, and we need your help” He opened the book and noticed that the page of the antidote was already marked, he smiled and reminded himself to thank the princess later “Do you think you can help us?” 

*

Y/N watched with a small smile as Luke took Michael out of the room, feeling relief that, at least, if anything were to happen, they would be safe. 

Calum and Ashton were standing opposite her and her father. Richard had her pressed against his chest, arm twisted just like he did in the woods a year ago, and a dagger pressed against her neck, preventing her from any movement. And, of course, keeping Calum and Ashton from getting any closer. 

The two men had not taken their eyes off the princess or her father. Their swords were drawn and ready for battle, even when they just fought one and the effects of it were starting to show in the small trembles of their bodies and beads of sweat and blood that marked their skin. 

“I said,” Ashton broke the silence with a grave, threatening voice. His eyes set on his father, filled with hate “let her go” 

His father gave him a scoffed laugh “Or what, boy? You’re going to hurt your old man, is that it?” 

Ashton’s face turned red and Y/N could see how his knuckles were almost gone from holding his sword too tight.

“Ash…” She warned, choked up as her father tightened the grip he had on her.

“And what about this lad?” He said, looking at Calum for the first time, mocking him “Thinking he’s got what it takes? The two of you think what? That you can beat me? Take my kingdom? YOU COULDN’T EVEN PROTECT HER LAST TIME!” 

To make his point across, Richard twisted Y/N’s arm to make her yelp, making both Calum and Ashton react by taking one step closer, but the dagger by her neck reminded them that they were at a disadvantage. 

“See?!” Richard laughed, taking a step back and taking Y/N with him “You are weak! Fragile!” He turned to the princess, letting his breath fall over her face “You called me a coward before, so what are they?! COWARDS!” 

“That’s not true!” Ashton shouted, eyes filled with rage. 

“Ash, don’t listen to him!” The princess begged. 

“QUIET!” Richard twisted her arm again, pressing the dagger further “One more fucking word from you and I swear I’ll fucking end you like I should’ve done years ago, you little bitch!” 

“Touch her one more time and I’ll fucking kill you,” Calum threatened.

Richard spat “I’ll be doing you a fucking favor, she’s as wicked as they come! You both fell for her games like the stupid little boys you are”

“Shut up!” Ashton yelled.

“How fucking disappointed, Ashton. You more than anyone should know. You should be standing next to me! Taking on the world together!”

The prince swallowed harshly, voice trembling as he gritted “I’m not like you,” 

The king laughed “You are. You are more like me than you know. It’s in your blood” He grimaced “But now it’s all gone to waste! Because of her!” 

He pulled Y/N back, bending her back so that only her head was resting on his chest while the rest of her body was bent forward, causing her to cry in pain. Calum called out her name, but she couldn’t answer, feeling like all the air inside her lungs was suddenly pulled out of her body. 

“She made you weak! Distracted you from what really mattered! I almost fell for the same spell, but I wasn’t as naive, oh no” He pulled Y/N back, this time letting go of her arm as he grabbed her by the hair instead, something he always enjoyed doing to cause her pain “I could’ve had it all years earlier, have a whole EMPIRE! But she somehow knew all my plans. She tried to talk me out of them, oh yes, and I listened. For years I stood back from my own glory because of what she asked. 

When I realized what I have lost. What I resigned because of her… All that power I gave up. I understood that if I ever wanted to feel some type of power again I had to get rid of her. That way no one would ever stop me” 

Realization hit Y/N as her father spoke, the shock of his confession sitting heavy on her heart as she looked to the side and found Ashton in a similar situation. Her brother’s eyes were red, tears falling freely from them as his chest tried to contain the heavy breaths that filled his heart with years of unshared pain and loss. 

If mercy was ever an option in Ashton’s heart, it has now flown away. In his eyes, she saw the image of a boy who had grown up too fast. A boy who would read her to sleep and sneak them up to their mother’s chambers to say goodbye for the night, hoping and praying it won’t be the last time. A boy who had to put his nightmares behind to tend to hers, feeling as if he had no one left to care for him. No, there was no mercy left in that boy’s heart. For one cannot take away a boy’s mother and live in peace with it. 

“And now,” Their father continued, “This could all be gone away the same way” 

“NO!” Calum yelled, dropping his sword and running toward them, hoping he’ll be fast enough. 

But Y/N was faster. 

In an instant, the princess managed to stomp her feet hard against her father’s, making him scream in pain as she dug her heel into his bone. Richard lost his balance for a second, long enough for the princess to elbow him in the stomach, causing the blade to cut through her shoulder and arm rather than her neck. 

She hissed in pain but managed to recover in time to grab the dagger from her father’s hand and swing it blindly toward him, making a deep cut on his cheek before she fell to the ground, landing on her back and hitting her head. The impact pulled the air out of her lungs as she gasped from the shock of what she had done. 

Richard screamed obscenities at her as his hand went to cover the fresh wound on his face, fairly distracted as Calum tackled him to the ground and started to beat him with his bare hands. 

“Don’t. Fucking. Touch. My. Wife!” He yelled with every punch, not measuring the strength of them. 

Y/N, still laying on the floor tried to call his name, but the fall made it all seem blurry as a pool of her blood gathered to her side. 

“Y/N!” She heard Ashton call before he appeared over her body. His hazel eyes filled with worry as he picked her up and leaned her against one of the pillars of the room, one hand behind her head while the other tried to cover up her wound that, guessing from his panicked expression, was more than just a simple cut “Y/N, are you-”

The princess nodded as her eyes were becoming clearer “C-Calum,” She said, breathing heavily “I’m fine, Ash. Go help him” 

Ashton’s teary eyes denoted doubt as he looked at her, knowing that she was not telling the truth. But as he looked back at his best friend fighting his father, he knew she was right. This needed to end and there was no other way. With one last look at his sister, he leaned his forehead against hers, placing a kiss on her hair.

“You are the best thing in my life, Y/N/N” 

“Go, big brother.” She smiled at him, “Be a king” 

Ashton gave her a small smile as he got up, sword in hand, and ran to help Calum, who was now blocking the attacking punches of Richard, making Calum back up almost to a corner. Ashton came and hit his father with the back of his sword, making him stumble backward as he helped Calum stand up.

“Are you alright?” He asked.

Calum, all bruised and with a bloody nose, nodded as he spat a little blood on the floor and smiled at his best friend “I wanted to do that for a long time” 

Ashton chuckled and patted him on the back as he leaned down and handed Cal his sword, “You and me both, my friend. Now, shall we?”

Calum wiped the blood from his face with the back of his hand. He made the sword spin on his hand and got in position next to Ashton, both men looking directly at the King who got himself with Luke’s sword and stared at them, ready to fight. 

“Let’s fucking dance” 

Ashton was the first one to hit. Walking toward his father, he swung the sword with one hand, knowing his father would block him in one move. However, this gave Calum the chance to hit him on the legs, crashing against his armor and debilitating his stance just enough so that when Richard would try to hit Calum, Ashton could manage to hit his side. 

It was all choreographed beautifully from where Y/N could see. How Ashton and Calum would move so in sync, knowing how the other one would attack without saying a word to each other, just seemingly reading each other’s minds. 

Her father… The stories they told of him being a great warrior were not shy of the truth. She was no stranger to him using his strength, but seeing him in battle showed a perfect set of moves and training. Years have gone and age has come to claim his youth, but the way he fought could fool anyone. It was a battle of two against one, yet both Ashton and Calum were having trouble keeping up. 

Y/N looked to her side and noticed the disregarded blade that was pressed against her neck not even an hour ago. An idea came to mind. 

A sharpening pain shot through her body as she pulled herself up with the help of the pillar, leaning her body weight on it as her legs quivered. She breathed through it, closing her eyes tightly as she prayed silently for anyone who would listen. The blood dripped down her arm while she leaned down to grab the dagger, covering it crimson as she limped her way across the room. 

The three men were unaware of her presence approaching them as they kept on with their dance. Calum, blocking a swing from the King that was meant for Ashton, was the first to see her, barely walking over to them covered in blood and with a knife in hand. His eyes widened, shaking his head in horror. 

He pushed the king out of the way, making Richard stumble back. He hit his jaw with the back of his sword, hearing the breaking of bones as he ran past him. 

“Y/N!” Calum yelled, just in time to grab her as she fell. 

Her wounded arm bent as she tried to break the fall against Calum’s chest, making her cry out in pain. But she stood back up, leaning against her husband. 

“Cal, wait!” She said, handing him the dagger. Calum nodded.

“ASH!” 

The stable lad slide the dagger on the floor toward the prince who caught it under his foot. Ashton leaned down and grabbed the blade with his free hand, stabbing it directly over his father’s dominant hand. 

Richard screamed as he let go of his sword, trying and failing to take out the blade from his wound. Ashton took his chance to strike him down, clear swings that made his father retreat, cutting through his armor till there was nothing left. 

Ashton kicked his father down, making him fall on his back. He placed a foot on his stomach, and the King became a man. 

The king’s face was nothing but a bloated, butchered, bloody mess. His arms were filled with cuts and bruises, and so were his legs. There was a wound in his stomach, courtesy of Calum, that while it was not as big as it would seem, was deep and could cause some damage if not treated. He was completely unrecognizable, but for Ashton, he would always be the monster that he knew as a father. 

With a stone-cold expression, Ashton drew his sword and placed it over Richard’s throat. Not once taking his eyes from him. 

Richard started to laugh, blood pouring down his mouth “Do it.” He demanded “Do it, boy. DO IT!” 

Ashton looked down at him, and pressed his weight on his foot, making his father wheeze and gasp for air. 

“I’m not like you.” 

Instead, he used the back of his sword to hit his father in the head, leaving him unconscious, but still alive to pay for his crimes. 

After all, he had too many sins to be let go of that easily. 

“Ashton!” 

The prince lifted his gaze just in time to see his sister faint into her husband’s arms, completely unconscious. He threw his sword to the side and ran up to them, falling to his knees next to Calum who in futile attempts was trying to wake her up.

“ROSE!” He’d shouted in a cry, tapping her face completely drained of color “Y/N, wake up! PLEASE!” 

“She’s lost a lot of blood!”

“Y/N! PLEASE! WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!” 

But all the castle could hear was the cries of a broken man.

*

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Hi queen 🫶🏽

Do you have any advice for someone who sucks at writing but wants to take a shot at it? I feel like I have so many acotar fic ideas I wanna bring to life, but I don’t even know where to begin. Send help 🤥🙏🏽

Also I love your writing I’m a huge fan 💘

Hello darling, thank you so much for your message. And thank you for your love for my stories💛

First things girst, I am 100% positive that you don’t suck at writing!!!

But I know how difficult it is. I know how difficult it is to start, to get into a writing flow and to like what you write.

The most important advice I can give you is to write and write and write and write even more—only so you can improve it.

When I look at the first things I have written I always have to cringe so hard because these things seem disgusting.

As my first language is not Englisch I also always struggled with phrases and better words to use instead of always say, think, etc.

I made notes of phrases used in books and searched online. There is this page called "500 words you can say instead of say" or sth. like that.

Another important things is that you stay true to yourself—only write what you want, what you feel comfortable with. And write what you would LIKE to read. Write the way you would enjoy it.

Start by collecting some ideas—what type (angst, fluff, drabble, smut), then build a story around it, write down some key points you want to include and then think how certain characters would act etc. And then try to write parts and connect them.

And lastly, I feel self-conscious about my writing all the time. I am so grateful that you wrote to me asking for advice, but I don’t consider my writing to be necessarily good. I sometimes think that it might be boring and that not all my sentences are correct etc.

Lastly, I am really looking forward to reading something from you. Feel free to tag me and maybe I can give you some more advice. But I do not for one moment believe that your writing sucks!!

Sorry the answer was very long. Hope this helped and that you will write all the things you want to write!!💛

[marinaiguess]

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited! :D

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A wip, okay, here we go. (under the cut, 500 words, just so you know lol) I'm excited abt this cuz it's the first forces fic i've written. Alright, the first forces fic revolving around sonic. I am excited for a couple other fics like a sonaze req I need to finish and another forces thing, but yeah, have this for now:))

Groaning once more at the thought of himself not being able to run, he looked around in hopes to find a way out. How exactly, he didn’t know, but that was a problem he would deal with later. He searched for the source of light, head turning around just to find that the only way out was - what seemed like to him - miles away. There was a good chance the door was seal shut but breaking through the windows would be a piece of cake; he just needed a spindash.

Under normal circumstances.

He attempted getting up again, this time careful not to hurt his ancle any more than he already had, despite the increasing need to move, to run. As his eyesight had - sort of – adjusted at the protruding lack of light, he shifted his attention elsewhere, with the intention of further analyzing his surroundings. Well, it didn’t exactly take a genius to understand you’ve been locked up in a cell (especially when it’s not your first time inside a prison).

But this prison was much more miserable than the last one he was in; at least the police had paid their electric bills! And whoever was holding him prisoner here…was definitely gonna get a piece of his mind.  

But who was it?

Who was it that had managed to make such a mess of him and then capture him?

Eggman? Nah, without as much as making a huge announcement as soon as he woke up or without having posters and illuminating neon signs plastered all around his jail, writing ‘I caught that hedgehog!’? Not a chance. He screwed his eyes shut in an attempt to remember how he got here in the first place, but whatever had happened, was buried deep into his brain, memories staying hidden inside his mind’s safety.

A sigh escaped his lips; he needed to give his body a little more time to recover. However, that didn’t mean he would stay there and do nothing.

“Hey!” he cupped his hands to scream to anyone who would hear, only to be met with the echo of his own voice. He cringed at that, but went on nevertheless: “It’s kinda rude to keep your guest in the dark!” He snickered at his own unintentional pun. “Both figuratively and literally…”

He got no reply.

“Just wanna congratulate you for catching me!” He added in a sing-song voice, “It’s not every day you can get your hands on the fastest thing alive!”

Impatience getting the better of him at the sound of nothingness, he carelessly kicked the air with his free leg, resulting in a not-so-welcome reaction. He suddenly doubled over and yelped while his body begged for help, shooting pain coming back, fiercer than before. After a few moments of taking deep breaths, he sat back on the floor with a long, frustrated huff, refusing to use the sorry excuse of a bed they’d given him.

[fair-dinkum-mechanic]

With how my mental health has been lately, I need to document this. I do not have any plans to take my life, but I have been in moments where I thought I may do it on the spur of the moment. And with the torrents of new pain I keep experiencing each day, I have no idea what may be the final straw.

Firstly, I have made it clear I’d like to be cremated. I want to be cremated with my childhood Mickey toy if possible. Don’t scatter my ashes I don’t feel strongly linked to any place enough for that to happen. If it must happen scatter me at the dolphin sanctuary on Torrens island if you’re able.

Pippa is priority. Under no circumstances is she to go to a shelter. She will live with one of my friends, or mum.

I love all of you and I did not do this to hurt any of you even though I realise it would have destroyed some people. I would’ve genuinely thought that the pain caused by my death would be less than the pain caused by me continuing on. I know it might seem like I didn’t think of you, but I did. I truly did. Yes huge parts of the reason for me would be to escape the pain and not see the absolute terrors and heartbreak in front of me, but also because my reactions to those things cause so much pain to people.

Pippa is to be cremated too when her time comes, through a private company. If she’s euthanised she is to be euthanised at home with a vet visit where she is comfortable and knows where she is. Keep her ashes with mine if you can. Next to each other. She’d want to be there.

Misty will be happy whoever she’s with. She’s not to go to a shelter either.

My ex Kyle is not to attend or have contact with anyone. He is a huge part of the reason I’m in this position in the first place and he does not have access to my family and friends anymore. Even though I’ll be gone just know it’ll be a huge betrayal on my part to rekindle a connection there.

Know that I would’ve chosen to go because the pain is too great. I cannot handle the absolute cruelty of the world, especially when it comes to matters of the heart. I cannot handle being on my own. I need a romantic partner, a true one, I’ve never pretended to love. If I cannot have that I will be ending my life. It’s not something I am willing to go without. I can do it but I don’t want to. I also can’t handle being replaced by better or replaced at all. The pain these feelings cause me are so agonising that I am much better and far more at peace dead. I don’t wish ill on anyone, and it isn’t their fault that I have been unable to handle rejection, reality, or the progression of time and life. That is my own fault as a person. I am trying to take responsibility and rectify that by ending my life as it’s not something that will change in me.

Most of all, and above it, as much as I would’ve wanted to stay and wanted to be with those I loved, the pain that comes with love is too great. Please don’t think I am okay with losing any of you, because I’m not. Not at all. I don’t live for myself I live for all of you and now that it’s gone there is not much reason for me to go on. Know I am far more at peace in death than I ever could’ve been in life. I am finally free. Of what my mind does to me. I am somewhere where I don’t feel scared, or lonely, or worthless and replacable. I’m somewhere where others actions don’t hurt, and I’m somewhere that I can be still, without pain.

Please look back on me with gentleness because that’s all I ever wanted to be. I understand if you’re angry and I’m so, so sorry. I wish there was another way. But sometimes life needs to take us away. And it would’ve been my time. I’ve done a lot with my life. Everything I’ve wanted actually. I’ve been very lucky and very privileged. Maybe you could all go to Disneyland one day and feel me with you. Or have a kpop dance party. Or grab sushi and watch a movie. I’ll be there. Remember me in those times. I want to be there with you. Even talk to me if it’s not too cringe. I’ll hear you.

Stay with me if you can. I understand if you can’t though. My connections with all of you are what means the most to me. It’s what made my life worth anything. If I could leave it a kinder place than I found it, that’s all that matters.

I love you.

[hufflepuffwithaslytherinkink]

The Warning - Chapter 11 Snippet

He's still rambling enthusiastically about it when they enter the three broomsticks. It’s crowded with students. They look around but don’t see any empty tables. Chris leans over to her. “Do you want to come back later or stick around?”

“I don’t mind, we could wait 5 minutes and see-.” She’s cut off by a loud voice shouting her. “PUFFY!” She turns and sees Evan Rosier waving at her from a table. Regulus Black is sat next to him looking mortified. He waves them over enthusiastically.

Eva and Chris share a look before heading over to see what he wants. Eva is cringing the entire way, why couldn’t he be a little quieter? “Are you looking for a table?” He asks cheerily.

“Yeah, but it doesn’t look like any are going to free up anytime soon.” Chris replies.

Evan gives him a huge smile. “Not to worry McKinnon, we’ve got two perfectly good seats right here.” He gestures to the seats beside him and Regulus.

“We wouldn’t want to impose.” Eva mumbles, noticing Regulus is looking at his drink and not them.

“Don’t be daft.” Evan tells her, he pulls out the seat next to Regulus and practically pushes her into it. “We don’t mind do we Reg?”

Regulus looks up startled. “Huh? Oh no, not at all. Hughes.” He smiles at her politely.

“Black.” She answers, her voice quiet.

They’re all quiet for a moment before Evan turns to Chris. “McKinnon.” He says dramatically. Chris smiles. “Rosier.” He replies.

Regulus seems to notice Chris for the first time. “Sorry, McKinnon.” He nods his head at Chris who lets out a small laugh. “It’s alright Black. Eva, butterbeer?” He asks her.

“I’ll get it.” She goes to stand up, but Chris puts a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t worry I’ve got it, you’re already sat down. Rosier, Black do you want another?” He nods at their almost empty tankards.

Evan smiles and stands up. “I never thought you’d ask. I’ll give you hand.” They walk off towards the bar together. Evan has his arm wrapped around Chris’s shoulder, something he says makes Chris chuckle.

Eva turns her attention back to Regulus, who’s dragging his finger along the condensation on his tankard. She clears her throat. “Are you doing anything else today?” She asks him.

His head snaps up to look at her, he looks startled like he didn’t expect her to talk. “Oh, erm Evan wants to go to Zonko’s before we head back. What about you?” His voice sounds stiff.

“Chris wants to go to Honeydukes. I kind of want to go to Tomes and Scrolls, I like looking in there when I can.” She answers. Regulus watches her his eyes lighting up.

“I love looking in there. The others think I’m a bore when there’s a joke shop down the road, but books are amazing. There are so many.” He gushes. Eva smiles at his enthusiasm.

“Exactly, how can you not find something you like in at least one book? Maybe we should ditch those two and sneak there.”

Regulus’ face drops. “I wouldn’t want to interrupt your date.”

“That’s alright, it’s not a date. And you’re not interrupting I suggested it.”

Regulus looks back at her, his expression hopeful. “It’s not a date?”

Eva grins. “Nope, so no need to feel guilty. I’m sure Chris will prefer going to Zonko’s anyway. He likes books but he prefers chocolate and jokes more.”

Regulus nods. “Evan’s the same, he loves a good book but doesn’t understand why I go in there all the time. Have you been shopping this morning?” He asks nodding at her bags.

Eva glances down and gives him an embarrassed smile. “Yeah, we got our Halloween costumes.”

“McKinnon you didn’t tell me anything about costumes. Come on let’s see.” Evan grins. They’d just arrived back at the table, carrying two butter beers each. Evan sits on Regulus’ other side. Chris taking the empty seat in between Evan and Eva.

Chris rolls his eyes. “Do you want a minute but minute recount of our day so far?” He jokes.

Evan leans his elbows on the table seriously. “Why yes McKinnon I do. Do not leave out any detail no matter how sordid or dirty it is. Now come on I need to see what you’ve got.”

Chris hands over the bag as Eva sips on her butterbeer.

Evan pulls out Chris’s costume. “What’s a Babe Ruthe?” He asks confused.

Chris grins. “A muggle version of a beater.”

“Not really.” Eva interrupts.

“He hits a ball with a bat.” Chris explains. Evan nods enthusiastically, he eyes the costume closely.

“That sounds like a muggle version of a beater. Hey Reg, we need to get the last pieces of our costumes later.” Evan mumbles examining the costume closely. He becomes fascinated with the baseball cap.

“Mine’s sorted Ev.” Regulus says putting his own butterbeer down. “I’m going as Edgar Allan Poe.”

“The writer?” Evan asks in disbelief.

“You know who Edgar Allen Poe is?” Eva asks incredulously.

“I said I liked reading.” Regulus says a little offence in his voice.

“I assumed you meant magical, not muggle.” Eva admits.

“I guess that’s why I don’t recognise who he is.” Chris states, looking between them. “Who is he?”

“A dark, brooding man, who wrote poetry, wore a suit and died at a young-ish age mysteriously. They think it was either alcohol poisoning, substance abuse or suicide.” Evan says dramatically. “So, except for the dying at a young age mysteriously, consuming something he shouldn’t and possibly being due to suicide. An old time Reggie.”

“Oh, shut up you prick.” Regulus says shoving Evan so forcefully he falls sideways into Chris. Chris catches him and helps him up right.

Eva chuckles. “Poe was a genius. He’s a big deal in the muggle world. I think it’s a great choice.” She smiles at Regulus, who returns it warmly.

Evan groans. “But he’s not dressing up. He’s going to be himself but pretending to be someone else.”

“Isn’t that what everyone does at Halloween?” Eva asks. Evan quirks his eyebrow at her, so she carries on. “Regulus is going to be Poe, who you say he’s very similar to him. You’re being Dionysus, the god of wine, ecstasy, and festivals. I’m assuming you see yourself as that especially since you provided me with illegal wine. And Chris is going as a muggle beater.” She concludes.

Evan smirks at her. “Fine smarty pants. You have a point, but what are you going as then?”

Eva returns his smirk. “Isn’t it obvious Rosier? I’m going as myself.”

Evan leans back in his chair. “I don’t know if you annoy me or entertain me.”

“Both. It’s always best to be both Rosier, that way I’ll never bore you.”

[write-ur-wrongs]

The Death of Me

Pairing: Geralt x reader

Word count: almost 4K - big whoops!

A/N: This was totally meant to be a drabble / blurb, but the story got away from me! A huge thanks to the sweet anon who submitted this prompt - I was beyond inspired and chuckled warmly throughout the entire writing process. This baby isn’t proofread so thread lightly!! I sincerely hope y’all enjoy this one :’) 

Prompt:  Heya! I saw your post about wanting to practice writing short stories so I have a small prompt for Geralt! What about: the reader and Geralt have always had a difficult relationship, always running into each other at the most inconvenient moments and hence disliking each other. However, while Geralt is passing through a village the reader comes barging into his room bloody and near death, only getting a chance to say “I didn’t know where else to go” before collapsing. I would be honoured if the idea inspired you :3

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You’d never considered yourself unlucky but lately life had a funny way of throwing you for a loop, or rather, throwing you to the wolves. One wolf, actually. A damn, irritating, and arrogant white wolf.

At first, it was all business. You’d arrive in a village itching for a contract, only to find that a “legendary witcher” had already come through and taken care of every monster within a two-days ride. Furious, hungry, and broke, you set out determined to get as far as you could and as quickly as possible. Your determination got you far enough that you’d managed a full three months of contract work, but not far enough it seemed.

You’d been on your way to collect payment from your latest contractor when you’d heard the buzz on the street; a witcher had come through asking about work, and had been told to wait and see as someone else (a woman! A human woman!) had already committed to the case. Apparently, he was either incensed or bemused at the idea – the brute was very hard to read, so say the town gossips – but it didn’t matter to you. You beat him to it and now you get to eat. When you finally met with the contractor to collect your coin, you couldn’t help but swell with pride as they thanked you, eyes wide, for taking care of a monster no human ought to be able to handle. You could have sworn your pride had given you wings as you floated out of the inn.

That is, until you heard them mumble under their breath, “Thank Gods that lass was able to handle it! Had it been the witcher, I would have had to pay triple!”

“Thank heavens for cheap labour!” whispered their partner, raising their glass to cheers their big victory.

Suddenly whatever weightlessness you felt transferred onto your coin purse. Biting hard on your cheek you pushed up your chin, determined to remain dignified. But then you saw him.

Impossibly broad chested, rippling muscles evident beneath his leather armour, with golden eyes that reflected back to you with a cruel playful nature that made bile rise in the back of your throat. He held your gaze and raised his own tankard to you as you walked past him. His deep voice rumbled through you as you pushed the door open.

“Cheers to cheap labour,” you heard him say, and swore you could hear the smirk on his full lips.

Groaning furiously, you pushed the door so hard it swung back and slammed shut behind you with such force a flock of birds took off somewhere in town. Undeterred, you stomped off towards your horse and set off at a gallop.

I’m going to make sure I never cross his fucking path ever again, you thought searingly.

You were wrong it turned out, but how were you supposed to know that?

You’d gone years without actually seeing him again, but that didn’t mean you were free of him. You’d alternated winning and losing contracts to each other, and the pressure of beating him to the next one stressed you so fiercely you developed ulcers. That alone would have been enough to push you to murder had you not heard from another witcher that their brother, the great white wolf, was losing sleep trying to keep up with you. Knowledge of this fact spurred you on; after all, if you couldn’t beat him, it’s best to be even, no?

The next time fate brought you two together, though, you could not have been farther from on top. What made matters worse, is that you weren’t even in battle when your paths crossed. Your literal paths just simply… crossed.

You’d been riding east for many days and just as many nights. You were tired, sore, and somehow still soaked to the bone despite the fact that the rain had stopped at least a day ago. You were so tired, your muscles seemed heavy in your limbs, and you had to keep blinking hard to bring the spinning world around you back to its axis. As you rode through an intersection on the trail, the sun peaked out from behind the thick curtain of clouds just long enough to pull you fully into sleep, and right off your still-moving-horse’s saddle.  

You honestly didn’t remember falling asleep, or off the saddle. You also had no memory of the moment another traveler, who was riding towards the intersection on the other trail, leapt off his mare just as you started your descent and caught you before you could split your skull open on one of the many rocks sprinkled throughout the street. You had no memory of the way he’d pulled you off the path, leading both horses behind him as he’d carried you over his shoulder. Zero recollection of him laying you down on a bed grass, tying your horse to a nearby tree, lighting you a campfire, or filling your pack with some bread and meat.

What you did remember, was the arrogant look on his face when you finally woke up. The condescending tone he took as he reminded you that you were ‘only human’ and had to take care of yourself accordingly was also seared into the annals of your memory.

You hated that he’d saved you almost as much as you hated the fact that you’d been asleep around him. Completely vulnerable for God knows how long and he’d been there to witness it all. Whenever the memory of the look on his face or the way he’d crossed his arms and tilted his stupid head as he condescended your humanity came to you, you couldn’t help but cringe even months after the fact.

***

Your saving grace came a full six months after your damned damsel in distress moment on the trail.

Well fed, well worked, and well travelled, you were taking your time enjoying the market in your town of the week. The work you did wasn’t glamourous, but it did allow you the means to afford a few luxuries every now and then. This time, it just so happened that your coin could buy you the sweetest gift of all: revenge.

The market was busy as ever, you could barely hear yourself think over the cacophony of voices and animal bleats bouncing around the square. Had it been anyone else, the conversation would have been lost among the noise around you, but when that voice came rumbling through the mess of shrieks and shouts, you couldn’t help but seek out the source. You didn’t know why you cared or why you were so surprised to find that the voice’s owner was none other than the White Wolf himself.

“You good?” you asked, making sure to tilt your head, hands on your hips, the same way he’d done the last time you’d met.

“Fine.” He practically barked, not even turning his head fully to address you directly.

The merchant, none-too-concerned with your arrival on the scene, continued as if uninterrupted. “I’m sorry Mr. Witcher, sir, but I can’t go any lower. This is the best I can offer.”

“I can’t pay that much,” he grumbled, hands closed into tight fists.

“I’m sorry-”

“Is this enough?” you interjected, knowingly offering forward far too many ducats.

“Y-yes!” breathed the merchant, looking quizzically at Geralt before picking three coins from your open palm, “thank you, madam...”

“Y/N,” you introduced yourself with a warm smile and a nod.

“Y/N!” Geralt hissed, at the same time, reaching out to push away your hand a fraction too late; the vendor was paid, and you’d won this round.

“What is it, Witcher?” you teased, as the vendor took his sword back for repairs, “been on vacation? Why so skint?”

“Been low on work lately,” he replied coolly, cat-like eyes boring into yours, “not as many contracts as there use to be.”

“Well, I’ll be,” you said, cocking your head to the side and pursing your lips in mock contemplation, “I can’t imagine why that’d be the case! Seems I keep running into monsters to kill.”

“Mmhm.” He hummed, narrowing his eyes at you.

Refusing to let him have the last word, you quickly turned on your heels and high-tailed it out of the market, shouting over your shoulder to the blacksmith to give any change back to Geralt before disappearing back into the crowd.

***

Being even should have brought peace between the two of you but it seemed to have the opposite effect. Your last interaction only fanned the flames of your rivalry. As the months turned to years without coming upon each other again, you still found yourself filled with unreasonable anger whenever you saw a mop of white hair cross you on your travels.

And not that you’d know it, but it turned out that Geralt wasn’t faring any better; finding himself frustrated and acting recklessly whenever he’d come upon anything that reminded him of you.

You were both completely obsessed with one another. Thoughts of the other constantly on the mind. Whether in waking or in dreams, you were both equally afflicted by an intense need to outperform, out run, and also, inexplicably, to impress the other.  

*

It was that need to impress each other that led you to accept a contract you should have never even considered taking. You honestly wouldn’t have even considered it had the circumstances been any different but you’d been hearing about this monster for weeks on your travels. Tales of the mighty griffin tearing people to shreds had been circulating far and wide on this side of the Yaruga, and honestly, with every retelling you’d expected to hear that a witcher had handled it, but that never happened. You’d somehow managed to arrive at the village at the source of these stories before him and had an opportunity to literally rob him of this victory.

Granted, you were the only one who’d been attributing him with this win, but that didn’t matter, not to you. The only thing you cared about when accepting this particular contract was the knowledge that by taking it, you were preventing him from having it, and that was more than enough.

The shock on the villagers faces when they saw you accept the contract only added to your already inflated confidence. The sheer size of the griffin’s wingspan humbled you a little, though, and whatever grand illusions of an easy victory you’d carried into the forest were squashed along with a couple rib bones only moments after engaging the beast. In short, you were fucked.

Some might say that coming out of it alive was enough of a win. Those people would be morons, you thought as you stumbled clumsily back towards the lights of the village, clutching your split abdomen with both hands and blinking back blood dripping from your forehead. Every step you took came with the stabbing pain of additional tearing around your wound. You could barely think, your ears were blocked and caked with dried blood and dirt, your tears stung as they fell across the gashes on your cheeks, and every breath in felt like it could be your last. You’d never admit this out loud, but a part of you wished the creature had finished the job.

Perhaps the only saving grace here was that in your condition, you couldn’t hear the villagers as they pointed and gossiped. You didn’t hear the “told you so’s” or the lewd shouts coming from the drunk men as you stumbled into the tavern. You could barely hear the disappointment in the inn owner’s voice as they reprimanded you for accepting a contract, they knew you couldn’t complete. Rolling your eyes, you pushed your way towards the stairs as quickly as possible – which, as it turned out, was not so quick, praying that someone would call you a healer.

“… and to think a witcher arrived only hours after she went off to kill herself! Tsk-tsk!”

You stopped dead in your tracks, drops of blood falling across your brow as you interrupted the momentum you’d been building. “W-what?” you croaked, turning towards them as much as possible to make sure you’d hear them correctly.

“Yeah! And not just any witcher, lass, the Butcher of Blaviken no less! Checked in with us just as you head out. Had you waited half a day you could have saved yourself a world of – ‘ey! Now where’s she off to?”

As you registered this news, something inside you snapped. Before you knew what was happening, you’d made your way upstairs and started pushing your full weight onto every door you passed. The great White Wolf, the Butcher of Blaviken, was certainly arrogant enough to leave his door unlocked. You might have been wrong about the griffin, but you’d be damned if you were wrong about this.

Fortunate or not, you weren’t wrong about this. As you pushed your shoulder against the last door with whatever strength you had left, the door swung open with very little resistance. The heavy wooden door slammed loudly against the wall at the exact moment that your limp body crashed onto the floor.

“WHAT the fuck!” Geralt howled, leaping off the bed and onto his feet. His wild eyes assessed the situation in an instant, and he bound to you in barely two strides. “What the fuck did you do? What happened?” he asked as he flipped you over, so gently you were sure you’d already passed out and were now dreaming. Or maybe the blood loss was finally catching up to you and you were full-on hallucinating.

“I didn’t know where else to go,” you breathed, barely above a whisper, before losing consciousness in his arms.

*

Regaining consciousness was a slow, painful process. You’d come in and out of it a handful of times throughout the night, and flashes of what you’d seen before you lost it were coming to you in an almost dreamlike haze; terrifying images of the furious griffin, its blood-soaked talon shining in the setting sun as it reared back to strike you again, and warmer visions of Geralt, shirtless, running towards you with – could it be? – genuine concern in his eyes.

Now as the rising sun cast its glow across the room, you squinted painfully against the light. Your head felt as though it was full of cotton; heavy, and scratchy, and unnatural on top of your shoulders. Hesitantly, you ran your tongue over your teeth and were equal parts relieved to find them all there and disgusted at the acrid, mineral taste the blood left behind. Blinking slowly, you tried to bring up your hand to rub at your eyes, but stopped short as you felt the large bandage draped across your forehead.

Slowly, you started to register the other bandages, on your arms, your cheek, across your abdomen. Your eyes grew wide as you finally registered the man facing away from you in the far corner of the room. Geralt’s broad strong back was hunched away from you as he rifled through herbs and small glass vials looking for something. Inexplicably, you found yourself disappointed to see he’d put his thick black tunic back on. Horrified by that realization, you literally gagged, startling Geralt and pulling his attention squarely onto you.

His big dumb beautiful face was all hard lines as he looked you over, stern eyes flashing to meet yours before dropping back down to the vial in his hands. You couldn’t help be notice the way the muscles in in jaw rippled and tensed as he sighed. He was oozing disappointment and anger, and that infuriated you.

“Am I dead?” you ask, squinting at him a little theatrically as you squirmed and winced in your bed.

“No.” he practically growled, his body tense as he made his way towards you slowly.

“Oh,” you breathed, bringing your eyes up to his before adding, “this isn’t hell?”

To your immense satisfaction, his stern eyes widened into shock, but then something unrecognizable flashed across his features – wait, was he hurt?

“Why, because I’m here?” he shouted, as if in confirmation of your hunch, and slammed the damp cloth he’d been holding back into the basin.

“No, jackass,” you retorted, pleased that despite the position you were in, you still had some semblance of an upper-hand, “because a griffin fucking fileted me like a fish and some poor drunk is probably downstairs slipping in a pool of my blood right now.”

You’d kind of hoped that he’d laugh, or at least have a comeback geared up for you, but Geralt just stood there staring at you, his mouth in a tight line, nostrils flaring.

Uncomfortable by the intensity of his stare and the silence accompanying it, you decide to continue to poke the bear.

“Come on, what’s with the face, Geralt? Pissed I’m still alive? You know you could have just closed the door over my body, let nature finish the bloody job.”

“Fuck, no! Y/n!” he screamed, startling you out of the attitude you’d put on, “I’m pissed because you’re an impossibly difficult woman hellbent on killing herself! I’m pissed because you don’t seem to fucking care about what happens to you! You can’t keep doing this Y/N! Because one of these days you’re going to get hurt and you’ll be too far away from me and I won’t be able to fucking save you, again! I am pissed because I am losing my mind spending every god-awful day wondering if you’ve gone and gotten yourself killed! Fucking hell, woman! If you didn’t find me – I-if I wasn’t here, with these herbs – Damnit Y/N!”

You just sat there, mouth opening and closing like a fish. You couldn’t believe it. You didn’t know what to say. This man, your nemesis, was in front of you pacing back and forth, breathing heavily, looking like a maniac. His nostrils were flaring more than the monster that almost killed you just yesterday. Part of you wanted to correct him and demand he never address you as ‘woman’ again, but his wild earnest eyes kept you quiet. My god… was he crying?

Before you could say anything, Geralt sighed gruffly, ran his large hand over his face and stormed out, mumbling something about needing to get you more water.

Left alone with your thoughts, you couldn’t stop yourself from spiralling. You’d expected him to be angry – hell, you wanted him to be angry! You’d humiliated yourself twice over, enraging him would ease the blow – but this was… different. He seemed genuinely concerned about you. And what was with his whole speech? He spent every day thinking about you? Worrying about you? There’s no way.

Sure, you thought about him daily, but that was out of spite! You hated the man! Why else would your heart race whenever you thought you spotted him in a crowd? Why else would you actively seek out the most dangerous contracts? What, like you were hoping these contracts would draw him out, and therefore, closer to you? As if!

Your ridiculous inner monologue was interrupted by Geralt’s return. The horrible brute knocked gently on the door before stepping inside, and your heart had the audacity to skip a beat.

Oh, you thought, fuck.

“I need to change the dressing on your wounds,” he grumbled, not meeting your eyes. You nodded wordlessly as he settled onto the chair next to you. You watched him work in silence, praying he would attribute your insane heartrate and flushed skin to a pain response from his work.

“Geralt?” you tried, chewing nervously on your cheek, as was just finished up with the last of your dressing.

“Hm?” he hummed, keeping his eyes cast down as he fussed with the bandage on the gash across your abdomen.

“Thank you… for saving me.”

He finally brought his gaze up to meet yours, but said nothing in return. He merely grunted in acknowledgment. You didn’t know why, but his silence in combination with his inscrutable gaze encouraged you to keep talking.

“I honestly only took this contract because I didn’t want you to have it,” you admitted bashfully.

“What the fuck? No one was taking it because they weren’t paying nearly enough! Hell, and you’re just a human,” he fumed, throwing up air-quotes as he said it, “so what – they offered you a third of nothing?”

Laughing lightly, you shoved him with your elbow, “they offered me three whole ducats!”

“Oh, wow,” he laughed, low and rumbling, “so a big pay day for you, eh?”

“Shut up,” you gasped as pain rippled through you with each peal of laughter, “knowing I could screw you over was payment enough!”

“Well congratulations are in order, you did manage to screw someone over,” he chided.

“Me,” you stated dryly, gesturing widely at your busted up body.

“You,” he echoed with a sigh that seemed to deflate him.

He suddenly looked so small, sitting there next to you. You watched him as clenched and unclenched his jaw, rubbing his large hands up and down his thighs – was he anxious? You mind raced as you felt his eyes travel slowly up your body. You held your breath as he worked up the nerve to finally bring his eyes up to yours.

The moment his eyes landed on yours, something shifted. Whatever had been lodged uncomfortably between the two of you all these years had finally clicked into place. This change, albeit small, was palpable. His eyes dropped to your lips and lingered there. He was looking at you like he’d never seen you before. Like he was afraid he might never see you again.

Without speaking, Geralt inched himself closer to you and reached a tender hand to tuck your hair behind your ears before cradling your face.

“You’re not allowed to die, do you hear me?” he whispered, gently stroking your cheek with his thumb.

You gave him a quick nod and brought your hand up to his, nuzzling into the warmth of his palm before giving his hand a quick kiss.

“I need to hear you say it,” he begged, bringing himself even closer to you.

“I do,” you breathed, trying to sit up to bring your face closer to his. “I’m not going to die, not on your watch, but I’m also not quitting.”

“Y/N –”

“No! If I quit, you’d get lazy. Who’d push you? What would be your driving force?”

“Wow,” he scoffed, looking at you incredulously but fondly, “you’re so fucking arrogant.”

“And yet…” you said, quirking a brow flirtatiously as you pulled him closer by the collar.

“… and yet?” he murmured, letting himself be pulled closer to you. His eyes half-closed and his lips slightly parted.

“You love me.”

“I love you.”

And then he kissed you. His mouth claimed yours urgently but his hands were ever gentle, ghosting over your bandages and caressing your skin with a feather-light tenderness that would have brought you to your knees had you not already been bedridden. Any hesitation or doubt melted away under the heat of his touch as all those years of tension sprung apart catastrophically. The knot you had carried in your stomach unfurled into flittering fireflies, their heat traveling up your stomach to your chest as his hands worked their way into your hair.

You didn’t know when they’d fallen, but you let out a shaky laugh as Geralt kissed away the tears on your cheeks, his thumb swiping at the tears his soft lips failed to catch. Breathing heavily, he rested his forehead against yours; his hands cupping your face as yours captured his.

Gods – this man was going to be the death of you.  

[madeupoflowers]

🌸How will people see you and your next partner?🌷

HAPPY NEW YEAR, BABES!! 🥳✨🥂

I wanted to give a clarifier that tarot is never set in stone since free will I very much a power of ours as humanity. If you don’t like or want something that you read then say you won’t accept this energy and release it. Also, remember to nurture and protect your energy since it plays a HUGE part in what comes into our lives. Below this heart line is every pile so make sure to meditate and choose whichever picture(s) call out to you. Sometimes it feels like a pull, an ache in the heart, feeling of nostalgia, excitement, sparks a memory, etc. however this is just a handful if techniques and remember that everyone’s are unique in there own way. Don’t overthink okay hon? Let the picture(s) call to you. I hope you find what to desire and/or need in this PAC. Also, linked two songs that reminded me of each pile!

Now, I hope you enjoy my last PAC of 2021! xoxo

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Pile 1

  I like this pile’s energy!! People see you and this person as meant to be. Though I see you two have complementary differences. I know this is gonna sound so cliche but like they are the “peanut butter to your jelly” type you know(sorry if that made you cringe a bit lol you guys are hella cute together like damn). They look at you both and think or say aloud “yeah they are meant to be together”. I feel people are gonna find it hard to picture you and this person with anybody else. Like y’all got that committed and “you’re my favorite person” type of vibe. Must I mention there is a fiery and curious energy here, sexual tension. I feel from this that people can literally feel the tension between the two of you. Y’all are hot together lol.  I feel someone is from far away maybe you’re from another town, state or even country. Since you two take this partnership very seriously, you won’t rush into anything like sex, moving in, marriage, kids, etc. Despite there being a strong sexual attraction I feel it’s gonna simmer for a bit before y’all jump each other haha. The wait will be worth it. Patience and savoring every moment is prominent here. You will travel with this person. I feel you are their home and they are yours. You feel home whenever the other is. There is divine intervention within this partnership as if the Universe/God/Spirit/Guides were planning for a very long time for you two to finally get together. I see two souls of a different color molding into each other and making an even more vibrant and stunning color. Your soul is bright Pile 1. My heart is feeling all happy and fluttery. You’re love with this person will make others around you feel this way. You make literally make people feel lovesick like “damn I want that!”. But what y’all got is one of a kind. Good luck you lovebirds ;)

Channeled messages: two doves, warmth, grabbing the other’s hand, yellow, Taurus, eyes locking, airport, religious building, library, February, blue skies with some bright & fluffy white clouds, painting at sunset. 



Pile 2

  Okay right away I feel people are gonna have a variety of unclear ways they view you and this person’s relationship with each other. Like people imagine what you two do in their own heads. Though a prominent opinion would be that you and this person as close and passionate as you two are together, y’all both got your own lives and hobbies, etc. I see space being a big deal in this partnership but it doesn’t seem to hurt the love you two have for each other. This isn’t the pile that’s jealous all the time and trying to stalk someone’s instagram or phone(toxic things), etc. If you’re like that then this is definitely not the pile for you(I hope that didn’t sound rude omg). People feel you guys are truly counterparts that just mesh extremely well. Intellectuals that make each other laugh. I heard “pick apart each other’s minds”. God you guys will talk soooo much in public and laugh so much. It’s honestly so endearing. I see a young couple sitting at a restaurant just having so much fun talking to each other and laughing every moment they can and older people looking at them and smiling fondly. Someone has a guide/ancestor/guardian angel that watches over this partnership. Now based off of the next card I understand why. I feel people will look at you and this person and can’t help but be a little jealous. Like “oh there is no way they are truly happy giving each other so much space and still being in love like they appear to be”. It’s that petty energy. Don’t let it get to y’all though, you and this partner are soooo unbothered. Like y’all don’t give a fuck about the outside judgement. You two know the truth and that’s all that matters. I feel stronnnnng fire energy here. No doubt about it. (hello fellow fire signs <3). People see you guys as passionate and go - getters. I just saw a vision of a guy finding out something super interesting and running up to his partner and showing them what they found and the partner being fascinated as well. Similar passions. You guys very much could be the couple that is active together. People can’t help but admire it. Lastly, others’ will see you both as sticking together through thick and thin. No matter how independent you individually are, you won’t let the other fall!

Channeled messages: theater, illusion, evil eye, tightly holding hands, walking around the mall, Sagittarius, 19, snow, so much laughter, brussel sprouts, kpop, mom jeans, Aries(especially Moon & Venus), England, azure(SPECIFIC) blue eyes, peach makeup.

Pile 3

  Interesting energy here!! I feel many people are somehow aware that you and/or this person have endured so much pain especially in love. Now you and/or this person have come out the other side and found light which appears to be in the form of the other person. Like you both light up each other’s lives and that’s so clear to see. People see one of you as more reserved and modest and the other as more dominant and powerful. The more “dominant” person is protective of the other and I saw a vision of a muscular guy in a black shirt wrapping his arm around his partner’s shoulder and pulling them close. There is some possessiveness here but not in an unhealthy way. You guys are strong on your own but stronger when together. An accomplished couple. Ok this is gonna be controversial but stay with me, you know Anastsia Steele and Christian Grey from “Fifty Shades”? Minus the toxic part of the entire relationship, the shyness of Ana but deep down the inner strength and the in charge and protectiveness of Christian reminds me of you and this other person. LIKE I SAID DOESN’T APPLY THE TOXIC TRAITS OF THE SERIES JUST SOME OF VIBES.I hope that made sense and didn’t scare anyone away. I feel someone here is constantly needing to be away and it seems like there will be moments where people can see the sadness and loneliness of the other person when this person is away. Also, you guys are gonna travel together. Someone here is passionate about hiking. I know your reading is slightly shorter but this pile was VERY straightforward which makes me feel that is how your relationship comes off. No bullshit. I respect that. I wish you guys the best!

Channeled messages: gray eyes, wide shoulders, height difference, Leo(especially Mars & Rising), Scorpio, 27, intimidating dog breed, seating bench, sushi, Asia, black hair, thick neck with prominent veins, ISFJ.

Pile 4

  Can you keep a secret??? Okay I am hoping you said “yes”.... I normally try not to have favorite piles but damn… your pile takes cake, wait no- it takes the entire damn bakery LMAO. Straight away people see you and your next partner’s connection as stable, y’all are working hard to build a foundation and future together. Bouncing off each other(like intellectually). Sharing values and opinions. Finishing each other’s sentences. You guys may have funny sarcastic banter with each other. Homebodies picked this pile. Y’all love to be at home together and doing all that cute couple shit. Building a home together, whether a literal house or building furniture, painting walls, changing the kitchen, gardening, etc. You are so in love with each other that sitting in the same room doesn’t even require speaking to break the silence like y’all are so safe and at ease with it. People may see you and this person talking and planning the far future like y’all could be casually talking about when you may want kids or the names, gender, where you wanna raise it/them, etc. Marriage talk. You guys appear happy, in love and perfect for each other to pretty much everyone around you. This is the couple that makes you feel all happy and warm inside all you can think is “Aw good for them. I wish them the best.” You and this person are so sweet I love your love!! I just wanna comment that I feel anxiety all of a sudden so if this scares you then don’t worry this definitely isn’t the right pile. (right after I got that comment off my chest i began to feel suddenly calm and could breath better). I honestly feel this is either a very long-term relationship or the last person you’ll be with. It’s truly beautiful!! Please invite me to your wedding!! LOL 💌

Channeled messages: red velvet cake, rustic, Taurus, 30, traditional, church wedding, young love, Pisces, INFP, ladder, ENTP, living by the sea, waves hitting feet, wreath, December.

I highly recommend to watch the “Lover” music video since that is the warm vibe I get from this relationship! 🤍

[ao3commentoftheday]

I've written a lot of fics, both for fandom and my own original stuff, but in these past few years I've been getting less and less enjoyment from it. From writing or making my own characters. I'm fortunate to have people who support me and like my stuff or say when it needs improvement, but I keep thinking on some level that it isn't good enough. That I'm weird or cringe for making things for made up people. That I want to make oc's that may be shipped with canon. And that makes me very tired.

*hugs* it would make anyone feel tired, anon. I'm sorry you're going through that.

Something that can be really hard to remember but that we all have to work hard to keep front of our minds is that what we do with our free time doesn't have to please anyone except us.

For me, that means that I rarely post my stuff. I write nearly every day - probably 5-20K per day - but only 1 other person ever reads it. I don't worry about typos or some huge impressive plot. I just write whatever scene or moment or feeling is appealing to me and enjoy the process and the way it makes me feel.

It's really difficult not to fall back on wanting to be graded or trying to improve. It's hard not to turn a hobby into a job with a performance review or into a homework assignment. It's even harder when other people can see you engaging in your hobby.

But if my preferred free-time activity was watching reality TV, no one would try to help me do it better. I wouldn't worry about doing it "good enough."

You might need to take a break from writing and fandom. I've done it for years at a time before. But maybe you just need to withdraw from doing it publicly so that you can discover your own joy in it again.

If making things for made up people is what brings you happiness, there's nothing cringey about that. The source of your happiness doesn't need to be a physical product and it doesn't need to benefit anyone other than you.

Everyone has daydreams and everyone fantasizes. Everyone imagines things all the time about everything. The only thing that's different for you (and me and a lot of the people who read this blog) is that we write those daydreams down. ❤